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My mother, and her gentle oaf of a partner, came to help me get my stuff together in a new flat a coupla weeks back. I made sure I had teabags for them, as that's pretty much all they drink, but also bought some Chocolate Hobnobs. I ended up allowing them 1 Hobnob each, whilst the other 14 or so...

That reminds me of the word of the day t'other day from dictionary.com: laterigrade.

Tis bread for me. And that there tasty butter that goes with it. I made the error of a regular sized jar of Marmite being purchased on my way home about 10 days back. That terse black goo cannae exist on its own, so it was a precursor to a fortnight of yeasty jowl enhancement.

It's Your Mum time, innit?