I was feeling quite ill one day, and wanted some supper. I eyed the Camenbert in the fridge warily. What if the mould on it affected me now I was already ill? Would it disagree with me this close to bed time? Would I lie awake tossing and turning? Was this the cheese for me?
I voiced my concerns to my parents, who were likewise potting around the kitchen.
“Just have some cheddar,” mum suggested. Dad nodded wisely, “Yes, you know where you are with Cheddar Cheese.”.