In the Carrefour the other day, shopping for groceries, I spied some Digestive biscuits and felt an obscure kind of joy that immediately brought to mind Marcel Proust’s rumination about the madeleine. I’m no Proust, so if you want to read something extraordinary, please click away from this post and read this instead. I promise it is… Continue reading The Digestive Biscuit, My Madeleine
