I might as well accept it: I am never going to get svelte living in this household. GG, having been woken at some godawful hour by Finchley, drove to Atlantic Highlands to the best named bakery in New Jersey,
for this pile of cellulite enhancers. Yup, that's how much he bought for THREE people.
Delicious.
Although I was threatened with eviction for putting Marmite on my croissant.