Uh oh

Gotta level with you. In queue at Marks and Spencer, totally squiffy off of four amaretto and cherry liquer chocs. Oops! Smell like a bakewell TART.

In my basket, 4 tubs of artichokes and a packet of teeny-tiny mini submarine rolls for picnics, which I plan on individually stuffing with crinkle cut oven chips.

It's not me, it's the Bakelite Pig.

Bakewell Pig. Fill my little grey heart with joy. And the rest of me with Lilliputian chip butties.