Not copious, plump tears. More of a genteel sniff. What a very grand finale. So sorry to say goodbye to them all. And very pleased for the finalists that deservedly won their places. A life-changer for Candice, a turbo-charge for Jane, and maybe a game-changer for Andrew. Who knows, but briefly last night, I cared. No more Great British Bake Off as we know and love it. It has been a great big Linus Blanket for our unquiet nation. Marvellous displacement therapy.
The irony of following a programme that is promoting every calorie combination invented whilst re-educating my life-style habits is not lost on me. Watching the talent of others does not, astoundingly, make me reach for the biscuit barrel.
I can even withstand Dearest scoffing his way through a large bag of Heroes as he watched intently the culinary extravaganzas which will never reach him in this house. His own waist displacement therapy, obviously.
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