I'd say this is perfect, and in the right place for someone who maybe needs to see it.
Good call, Fesshole.

Butter and jam, eat with a glass of milk chaser.

In that Naarch. A Fine City.

Too sloppy!
The pease pudding idea is better.

I have had it sliced in a butty with mayo, but not recently. Hot fried pease pudding slice sounds amazing! I'd probably season it with salt and pepper, and maybe add Encona hot sauce and/or tartare sauce.

Perfect combination of wholesome and slightly dark.

I loved this documentary. Now I am Old, I can see that Penelope Keith was attractive - and all of the subtle stuff I missed when I watched it in the 70s(?)
Barbara is gorgeous, but quite the doormat.

You plant potatoes when The Master's body is on the ground.
Also it's a generally good time for planting seed potatoes.

Dairies sell pies.
NZ, I discovered in my recent travels, runs on pies.

That is heartbreaking. I hear you. Sending an e-hug, if you do hugs.

Love it, except Ridcully's hair!
The rest is faultless.

Make 'em fresh, with buttermilk to bind. Do not knead at all. Handle *delicately*. Eat whilst still warm. Apart from my Granny's, the best scones I've eaten are from the (upper class, despite the name) Soup Kitchen tea shop in Stafford.
As I am a philistine I love their glacé cherry ones.

From a beach near Fonmon Castle.

Half-Windsor, shirley?

I can.

(signed)

Ex-primary school teacher, UK.

Fonmon Castle and excavation wishes you the same back (or, the 7th century says "Hiya!".)

Salt and vinegar is more a visceral experience than a flavour.

In bed, eating porridge.

Can't be Beardsley, there's no huge wangers wobbling about. Maybe Mari has threatened to bite them?