Imagine for a
moment you’re staying in an enormous country house with its minarets, pillars and
polished floors. Rooms are the size of tennis courts and the foyer is dominated
by a grand richly carpeted staircase. Its breakfast and your host asks if you’d
like “Kedgeree”. “Er no thanks, just coffee and toast, mate” “Oh but cook has
spent the last two hours making it” (Incidentally nobody knows the name of `cook`) “Have you got any porridge?” “No but we
have got kedgeree!” “Bacon? “ “Kedgeree!” There’s an edge to their voice now
making it clear that this is all they have! So you acquiesce and moments later
the sound of the approaching squeeeky wheeled Kedgeree Wagon is audible…
