Margot Leadbetter

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:

  • Chicken
  • Rosemary
  • Garlic
  • Saffron
  • Fennel Seeds
  • Tomato Puree Can
  • New Potatoes
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