For a number of years, Miss Dog and her Best Friend have eaten some species of brown nodules resembling Anthracite trading under the name of Chudley’s Classic. We got to the end of a sack last week, and made do for a while with stuff from the supermarket. This morning the Professor had the first chance he has had in a while to visit the farm shop where the sacks come from. Only to be told, ‘I don’t think we can get Chudley’s Classic any more. We’ve got Chudley’s Original’. And so the Professor bought Chudley’s Original, and Lo! It was not brown anthracite. It was some sort of (sob) muesli. I came in at eight or so to find an atmosphere you could cut with a knife. My goodness, they are sulking like fury. They have been starving all day. I put a little bit of left-over mince in a dish with the Chudley’s Original on top and they have eaten it, with the illest grace you ever saw. What a performance. They are threatening to join the Benedictines, having confused Simple Piety with Simple Pie-Eaty.