Yet indeed the rice pudding was purchased, and indeed the rice pudding was consumed. I opened up the lid - which contained a delightful photograph of a girl whispering into the ear of another young lady, whose mouth is wide open in wonder - and I powdered some cinnamon on top of the white, creamy concoction, and away I went.
I sat down with my treat and a cup of tea and watched an episode of Sherlock and yay all was right with the word.
