A new sort of ketchup

We all have habits or characteristics which it would probably best not passed on to our children but somehow they slip down the family to pollute the next generation. One of mine is a love of ketchup and every time the children over indulge J looks pointedly at me over the tea table to remind me that it is all my fault.

E discovered a new sort of ketchup this morning so fabulous that he felt he needed to have half a bottle of it with his bacon sandwich this morning.