The Sweetest thing.

One of the best things about a visit home is the "food parcel" that my mum still believes I need to prevent me from starving to death on my return down to the central belt.

Normally containing Sunday lunch leftovers wrapped up for reheating on Monday night I was delighted to find this tub filled with "home made tablet" or to be more accurate "100% pure tooth rot".

I'm not complaining though but do feel slightly sickly after tucking in this evening.