When I lived abroad I really missed marmite and angel delight! When my mother came to visit she would always bring some for me, but one time her luggage never made it onto the flight. I was frantic, not least because I'd been at the airport for 3 hours and there was still no sign of her, but mostly because I sensed a disruption to my supply!
On that same trip, I'd left bread rising ready for baking when i got home, but because I spent 3+ hours more than expected at the airport, it rose and rose and rose and was all over the worktop by time I got home and was no good for cooking. Good job Mother had finally appeared, cos it might have taken over the entire apartment!
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