The chef who manages all things kitchen was out the other night so I had to fend for myself.
I managed, trial and error, to get one of his cooking contraptions working so I could heat up a sausage roll. Sausage rolls have to have an accompaniment of mustard.
I trawled his fridges and found more jars of ancient mustard than you could shake a stick at. Some were fancy mustards....boozy mustards....grainy mustards....all nearly as old as me.
All I wanted was some fresh English mustard... :-(
It's embarrassing enough taking our empty wine bottles to the bottle bank but I'll need a trailer to take the empty mustard jars.