The first time my father was in the UK, he had just come from the Netherlands, where they put chocolate sprinkles (Hagelslag) on toast, so he thought the open Marmite jar must be something Nutella-like, and slathered it liberally onto his bread.
He had just been engaged in the process of pondering how awfully civilised the Brits were when he bit into it.
He had just been engaged in the process of pondering how awfully civilised the Brits were when he bit into it.