Saturday, 4 October 2008

Precious things

There is not much I crave from home. I can nearly always find an alternative, or something local that I like just as much. But there is no substitute for Marmite on toast. And there is no Marmite to be had in Almaty. Recently, a friend of mine who was in London for the Madonna concert, carried a pot of Marmite from London to Surrey to Kent, then on to Paris and back here for me. So imagine our disappointment when B was getting it out of the cupboard for an after-school snack, and there was a sickening crunch of glass and gloop hitting the stone tiles of the kitchen floor.  We tried to scoop out the central bits, but it was full of glass and ended up having to tip it into the bin. Sob sob. 


  1. I can sympathise - I remember having run out of Vegemite once while living in Korea and soon after having withdrawls! Great to hear about your new life, will be in touch soon! Kathy & Mark & co.

  2. Oh no!!! I thought of you the other day when I spied some in the organic section (why?) of my nearby upscale grocery here. Unfortunately I bet you'd only get a box full of more gooey glass mixture if I tried to ship it to you from here. Glad you've started a blog! Hang in there and say hi to the girls and Gregor!

  3. oh, btw, this is pen! "the witty one" was my moniker for my now-defunct blog with my sister, but i guess if i sign into blogger I will forever be deemed witty!