My friend M. found her perfect golden-hued dried maple leaf this morning.
She laid it on her desk and smiled with a glint in her eye.
There’s just something splendid about life’s little pleasures.
Sort of like the little glee in my heart when I found the new Marmite snacks.
I’ve told a Marmite story before, I haven’t always liked Marmite – it somewhat grew on me.
It was at the Clapham Junction Asda; whiling away time and waiting to go to dinner.
I saw a lady with a pack of rice cakes; the packaging was black with the visible yellow and red Marmite label.
I had a brief ‘is that…. ?’ moment.
Not sure where she got it from, I started following her.
I find that I’m braver when I’m alone, especially in a place where no one knows me.
I followed the lady for a few seconds, gave in and asked where she got them from.
She very excitedly tells me three aisles down, and asks if I’ve tried them.
I say no and that I’ve never seen them before.
Apparently it’s new, they (Unilever) put out a variety of Marmite snacks, and the rice cakes are her favourite.
She asks me where I’m from; she says I’m lucky when I tell her.
She offers to walk me to where she got them, she may have taken the last one – there’s none left when we get there.
We ask one of the store clerks, the kind man offers to check the back; I’m hopeful and excited again.
He has no luck, they’re sold out.