Sis no 2 has just returned from Australia bearing gifts (see above). I’d never had a Tim Tam before but understood that they are similar to the mighty Penguin. In fact there seems to be some internet debate about which is the best. So, purely in the name of scientific research, I have tried them out. It is my unpatriotic duty to announce that Tim Tams win hands down. They are Penguiny but also with a hint of Crunchie Bar. A marriage made in heaven (or New South Wales according to the packet).
Anyway I’m soothing my soul with Tim Tams while the building work continues. My uninhabitable house currently looks like this:
I shamelessly (and rather cheaply) ‘let slip’ to the builders that I’ve got cancer. My not very subtle subtext being ‘so please do the work extra quickly and extra well’. My cheek has been rewarded as now, every time I go to see the work in progress, I get a hug from the chief builder. As a result, I am now about to tour the building sites of Shrewsbury, pulling my poorly face, in search of sympathetic cuddles from all and sundry.