Oh dear Steve, we entirely agree with your opinion. The supermarket didn't have any Typhoo, but we'll try tomorrow to get some at Morrisons. My neighbour-across-the-road might like to accept the Yorkshire Muck we bought. Eee ba gumm, it had a rather weird flavour. For some odd reason, native Norfolk people's speech is riddled with malapropisms, which make me laugh. Sustificate for example. My neighbour calls my Spirea plant the Diarrhoeia plant. She told me only yesterday that a chap who lives up the road is an 'aromatic'. I couldn't figure this out, so she elaborated, "Yew nao, he goos in a namblance" so I gathered she meant paramedic. I was imagining a very sweet-smelling bloke.
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