PROOF IS IN THE PUDDING
Nov 28, 2019
3 minutes
WORDS BY HARRIET ROSE-GALE
The roast turkey had been scoffed, presents unwrapped and most of the needles had fallen off the tree.
Christmas was well and truly over for another year.
It was the day after Boxing Day and I was pooped.
‘Ahh,’ I sighed, flopping onto the sofa with one of the last mince pies in hand.
Opening up my laptop, I thought I’d quickly have a browse online while I had a moment of peace and quiet.
I quickly checked my emails and flicked
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