Cinderella, pancetta, and the great Brexit debate
Stood in a long queue at the ‘orders to collect’ counter in M&S to pick up a chocolately gift to take to the inlaws for the weekend, my daughter asked me if this was something we really ought to be buying. When I asked why, she replied, in a much louder voice than was really necessary given the low levels of background noise: “Because grandad’s an alcoholic.” Lot’s of people, both in the queue and in the locale of the queue, turned to look at us. In a voice appropriately loud, I felt, to ward off the judgemental stares from the onlookers, I replied: “No, grandad’s a diabetic, but that’s okay because the chocolate is for grandma.”
