Let's hear it for sugar

I can't drink coffee without a spot of the white powder, sugar I mean. Fresh coffee and artificial sweetner is tantamount to drawing a moustache on the Mona Lisa to me.

I ran out today. I thought I had some granulated sugar, poured it in, it was brown rice. I was gutted but kept a lid on it so as not to accentuate my....well, stupidity.

I always say...it takes a good woman to sort your life out. Anjee knew where the sugar really was.

Hurrah!