Did I ever tell you the marmite story? I don't think so. I was working in Cambridgeshire and was catching a train from Huntingdon. I had half an hour to wait for my train and so decided to go and get a cup of tea and something to eat at the train cafe. I ordered two pieces of marmite on toast and a cup of tea. I asked the man who served me if he wouldn't mind waiting for my toast to go cold before buttering and putting the marmite on it. He said he would and when it arrived, you have never seen anything like it, you could barely see the toast he had put that much marmite on it. My shock was made known when I let out a cry of shock. I asked him if he had served this dish before, I don't remember the answer. I asked him for a knife and spent a good few minutes scraping off as much marmite as I could, there were spoonfulls of the stuff on the side of the plate. My hands smelt of marmite for two days.
Egg, Egg, Egg and Egg. I am so tired I can't think of anything else to write. Off to bed now.
