The husband has just uttered the following words:
“I think I once had a bad experience with an Eccles cake.”
Now, apart from the mind boggling, I’m stunned by the idea that Eccles cakes can be a bad experience*. Warmed with custard, served with port and a slice of Lancashire cheese, snaffled with a brew. Heaven. It’s Sunday, we should all indulge ourselves.
*After pondering all I’ve got is maybe if a frozen one was lashed at your head but even then someone is chucking you food so you are up on the deal.