As I wandered into waitrose the faint whiff of magnolia abounded and I thought I saw a shimmer of chiffon as a lady not unlike our dear Margot waltzed away leaving me with this delight.
She’s bloody posher than the Queen! It’s a good job I didn’t hear her talk I can only imagine the plummy noises protruding from her mouth and falling on to my bowed head and dothed cap would be unbearably indecipherable:
- Fennel Seeds
- Tomato Puree Can
- New Potatoes