And they are some our guide for Marmite first timers. First toast your pillowy soft bread.

Push that.

Liberally spread that butter.

Stroke that Marmite open.

Dip that knife and spread that.

Don't overload.

And taste that.

Marmite. Love it.

Hate it. Get it on.

Dr. Nasey.

My grandmother used to say her house was haunted.

They're on the other side of the doors.

If you listen closely, you can hear them.

She'd say.

Her words weren't those of an afraid woman.

They weren't filled with sadness nor despair.

But rather joy.

She'd tell me stories about the ghosts that had stayed behind in her house.

And as she did, her eyes were always filled with longing and love.

So, they're not bad ghosts, I would ask.

Too young to understand the complexities of good and evil.

Of course not, sweetheart.

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