The huge box where I have been storing the Turkish Delight felt worryingly light when I reached it down from the shelf last night. When I opened it the top two layers were missing....
"BOYS!" No response. Luckily for them Joe was in double music detention, Ed was ice-skating and John was in the shop.
I hurriedly made another batch - doubling up the quantities this time to be sure there's be plenty to go round.
No, I wouldn't leave a whippet to guard a box of Turkish Delight - I'm not that daft. This is an unnervingly realistic portrait of Enzo in his 'pleading for a bit of Turkish delight' stance - there's literally not a surface to set up a photo that hasn't been cluttered with Brian's paintings.