Salted robbery: Look and open van FULL of walkers crisps, oh the temptation, oh the calorific heart attack inducing binge you could just help yourself to. There was no one to be seen, was it some elaborate trap? Crisps, glorious, crisps, stacked high by the box load. Were it not a certain route to an early grave I could quite easily live on crisps and toast (hot & buttered). OK drool and keyboards don’t mix so I better go beat myself with a birtch twig and have a peppermint tea or something.
