It was getting dark. I'd trudged through deep snow from the place I was working in Aberdeen last Winter to my hotel near by last Winter and I went into the garage en route for something for my dinner. There was not one single food there I could eat. It was as if Scottish garages, Scotland being the home of the deep fried mars bar, rather than its healthier tradition of oats and meat, wer ea world away from those in London. None of the foods London garages I know have were there.
There was not one single piece of any kind of fruit! There were not even nuts and raisins. I left empty handed.