Breakfast is particularly lonely and as I opened a new marmite it occurred to me that in 30 years, I had never been the first to dig into a new jar. Marmite takes ages to finish, the cupboard here bears testament to that – there are another 6 jars which someone has bought, yet to be opened. Even when you do finish one, the jar is so dark you have another week of scraping around getting the last bits.
So then I wondered how many people had actually opened fresh marmite? Had my brother? Was I now part of an elite group?
And then i realised what I have been reduced to without company in my house.
Oh dear.