12 June 2006


For those of you without Antipodean or English bloodlines you must understand that Marmite is the lifeblood of any good home in the Southern Hemisphere, or Vegemite for those Aussies out there. My Grandad Pete sends Mummy jars and jars of the black sticky magic for my toast. Daddy thinks it repulsive, but Mummy and I revel in it's delightful aroma and magnificent taste!

I will be getting my New Zealand citizenship in the next few months...and I do believe marmite consumption is a requirement. I must tell my cousin Rhys...I'm not sure if his Daddy has him eating Marmite yet.


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