Jon demanded that I watched him unpack his provender and here follows a picture trail of the delight he expressed at his extreme cleverness:
A few seconds later, and I was not amused:
And when I thought it was nearly over:
There was more to come:
All in all 23 packets of the critters whilst Biggles sat hopefully:
Then Richard joined in on the festivities as they frolicked around the kitchen celebrating the cornucopia of E-numbers, with dancing to their very own song entitled The Biscuit Cavalcade:
The moral of this story is:
Never let a man looking like this loose in a supermarket when his latest fad is biscuits:
I know I have a telephone number for Bedlam somewhere.
I could inform Jon that I was always told that eating too many biscuits causes constipation. No doubt his response would be to mention that several of the packets are fig biscuits which will not only solve that problem but will also count towards his 5-a-day.
Well done Jon, I cannot fault you. A bit (23 packets) of what you fancy, does you good.
I hope Biggles gets his share (22 packets).
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