So, my flatmate Martin has been on holiday, in Florence and his old family haunt Prague. When I picked him up from the station last night, he looked to be in much better spirits than when he left, which is, I'm told, rather the point of a holiday.
Like most holiday returnees, his bags bulged. Unlike most, his bags bulged with Czech packet soups. Curious.
It’s very nice soup… I mean you simply can’t get Goulash flavour here.. I just wish I had bought more garlic flavoured crisps..