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Gravy

A different matter. No amount of egg beater or marmite can get the colour right. It turns out like the two-toned shoes of a gangster. Phoned Mother who comes within half an hour bearing a cupful. I know she doesn't like Jasper. She processes along the narrow path through the long grasses, sets the cup in my hand like a chalice and says, 'Here you are, dear,' before turning on her heel. Fancy walking 3 miles (1 ½ miles each way).