Ah, it was all going so well. I had managed to blog nearly every day in October but then ballsed it up right at the end by being a bit under the weather and also, very busy. But I gave it a good shot. I hope you didn’t miss me too much.
For some reason, Club biscuits remind me of my grandad. I am not really sure why now, as he favoured as a tea time treat the far superior, but quite similar, Trio (Man, I wish they still made Trios. Perhaps I should make my own like this afficianado). But still, when I think of Club biscuits, I’m transported back to his flat with the eye-boggling carpet and his two cats and his kitchen that smelt of cigarette smoke and milky coffee.
This advert really reminds me of Saturdays at grandads, a Club in hand, watching the racing on the telly. Good times.