We can’t tell you how mahooosively disappointed we were that we didn’t succeed in getting our faces shown live in the Marmite Oxford Street Christmas Lights ….. sadly ALL the (many) pictures we submitted were cruelly rejected ……
…. however, someone we know quite well managed to get herself emblazoned, and she said she didn’t even try that hard ….. it was a bitter pill to swallow ….. but in the end we feel that we have coped well with our thwarted blonde ambition!
….. because, for Christmas, she gave us a real silver topped jar of our very favourite savoury spread of choice …. which goes perfectly with the Marmite spoon and spreader that Hugh gave Darrell on his last visit to romantic Notting Hill.
To say we feel posh, is a robust understatement, if we could, we would wear tiaras and ermine cloaks at breakfast, but that, we know, would be a little impractical.
After partaking in our breakfast, Darrell and I have decreed that it is Nigel’s job to polish the jar before we put it away, under lock and key, in our makeshift safe (namely, Darrell’s pocket cashbox).
We have told him that he has to clean it until he can see his face clearly in it …. with no finger marks
Life is good! Now …. the icing on the Marmite cake would be for one (or all) of us to be the monthly faces of Marmite in 2013 ….. we have been unsuccessful so far …. but you never know …. we are working on it!!!