Lovely story in yesterday's MEN about the almost-a-century-old lady who survived infection from the coronavirus. I felt like cheering when I read it. They breed them tough in Stockport, do they not?
And the reference to her predilection for marmalade sandwiches for some obscure reason caused in me a rush of memories of childhood. Funnily enough I'd been talking about the joys of marmalade on toast back in December at John & Jeanette's, but it was only today that I found myself for a good five minutes meditating on the taste of marmalade spread on white bread (and really, really fancying some.)
There are some things worth living for, eh?
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