Sir, – Having missed the gardener on his last visit, I popped round on Christmas Eve to settle up. He gave me a cup of tea, accompanied by a piece of fruit cake with a lovely, moist, squishy texture.
“That was nice,” I said. “Was it Stollen?” “Nay, lad,” he replied. “Wife paid for it.” – Yours, etc,
PAUL GRIFFIN,
St Helens,
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Merseyside, UK.
