Sunday: Double Marmite

Brother J left this morning to head back to the Lake District so that’s our Christmas visitors all gone.  Before he left he managed to reattach a wardrobe door that came off during the tenants’ time and which we were told was impossible to fix.  He’s done some great jobs for us while he’s been here.

When J was visiting from Canada she had her first experience of Marmite.  Suffice to say, she absolutely despised it and never wants to go near it again.  In case she wanted to rethink her clearly wrong attitude I sent her a shot of what she was missing.  She was particularly impressed that I have the Elton John Limited Edition.

The state of the jar on the right reminded me rather of this.