Over to the dark side

[ailbhe]

I've started wanting Marmite. Not craving it, not even liking it very much, but feeling peckish specifically for Marmite and then eating, say, eight cream crackers, or four slices of toast, with butter-substitute and increasingly fatter thin spreadings of it.

I have no idea how I will ever justify feeding it to my children, if I do - it's almost totally salt, plus, it's yukky. But I want more.

Also, Rob and I have been together eight years today. Clever us.