What can I type that this predictive text thingy will mangle out of all proportion?
Caterham? That's Caturday in predictive English.
While I was in London the other month I picked up a tin of Elsinore Boulibaise. This used to be a favourite soup but is now a pale immitation of its former self. Watered down, lacking oflavour and the chunky bits that were a characteristics.
Anyway, dip an onion baby in the mint and tomato sauce and do the usual Saturday stuff.
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