Okay, I know you expect pretentious upper-class twit from me but I need a moment here.
Fucking. Aniseed. Balls.
I’ve been eating them all day. They are, quite simply, the most delicious sweets on the planet but Hannah always does her best to keep them out of my reach, since I’m allergic to aniseed (a fairly rare condition). I probably shouldn’t be eating these but, honestly, most of the flavour is artifical, I’m just getting itchy lips.
On the topic of Hannah, I have to take a minute here to rectify something I said earlier which wasn’t fair to her. She doesn’t visit me for an hour every day. She is paid to visit me for an hour every day. She spends much longer here, talking to me, making me tea, what have you. She is, as the Irish like to say, a dote. I’d be a madman today if not for her companionship. I just wanted to clarify that. Give her role in my life a bit of justice.