I scurried down the long, busy road, how could I forget our picnic day we have this every single week. The clock slowly ticked and I quickly ran. I knocked on the door until my fingers were numb but there was no answer. Looked like my picnic was only going down from here. Finally after forever waiting he came. I said “what do you want on the sandwich? Vegemite?’ ‘just butter.’ Anything else?”… ‘No,’ he said, I like Marmite”… So here I am on my way, scurrying down the long, busy street for a single jar of MARMITE?