When George died (in 2004), one of the things we found in his kitchen was an ancient roll of cling wrap. George never bought a brand name product when there was a generic available, and he never bought the small size if there was a catering pack available. This Black Gold cling wrap could be ten years old, and on Saturday, when Mum and I were making a recipe from one of his sisters, it ran out.
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