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I know I haven’t posted for a while, mainly because when anything worthy of note happens Best Beloved nicks off with the story first and posts it in one of his many,many blogs (well, three then) – as he did with The Tale of the Ghost Campsite this past weekend.

Back here in World of Jen, I am in the midst of the run-up to our annual conference at work, which is a trial to me, being that unhappy work-combo of Boring and Stressful, i.e. all pain and no gain. On the good side, however, conference is only two days away from Summer Holiday – two weeks in Scotland and all the tablet I can eat. So, huzzah for conference and huzzah squared for holidays and huzzah to the power 10 for tablet (or wa-hey, as I believe Johnny Scotsman would have it).

Keep taking the tablet

Scotland is a mighty fine country, with splendid scenery, friendly inhabitants and fabulous food. And amongst the finest of its epicurean delights is tablet, a kind of grainy, soft, vanilla-y fudge that tastes like heaven. Knowing that I find it hard to resist, m’ dear friend and colleague Claire, fresh from a short break in the north, has put a not-insubstantial package of tablet on my desk. By this I know that she is indeed a creature from the darkest nether regions of hell and has absolutely no respect for my girlish figure.

Guess I’d better just eat it then and give over moaning.

Mmmmm – tablet!