

Regular readers will no doubt recall my lament at the state of the nation's roadside dining, so I'm pleased to report that nobody makes gruel like chere maman. What a thrill to finally have a spoonful of this finely-textured slurry slopped between my yearning gums.

And as if that weren't sufficiently hedonisitic, I was then allowed to diversify my beverage selection and quaff Adam's ale from the finest of Heinz baby basics beakers.


Note how thrilled the jackoodle is by the impact that all this lavish feasting has had on the floor.

Indeed, I am happy to extend an invitation to anyone who wishes to join the jackoodle in partaking of my spoils, but it will cost you ONE MILLION DOLLARS.
















