'Ooh, thanks for the reminder.'
I've been hooked on mackerel paté since our August fortnight in Whitby, a seaside town on the North Yorkshire coast. I ate so much mackerel paté in that fortnight that I began to smell the same as Whitby harbour in high summer. Even splashing on Coco Chanel perfume didn't mask it, and seagulls began to circle above my head when we went out for walks. I swear my eyes began to move to the sides of my head.
I typed in 'mackerel paté'.
Two options came up.
1. Mackerel paté for humans, called 'Smoked mackerel paté'.
But it was 'currently unavailable'. At least there was another option, but this was .....
2. Mackerel paté for cats, called 'Gourmet Gold Paté with Ocean Fish'.
There was plenty of this available. In fact, it was on offer.
I have the following questions.
1. Since when did cats…