GOOD

SHE’S a national treasure. An icon. The friendly face that teary bakers just want to please.

So, this is a tricky one. It feels close to treason, like having a pop at royalty and tantamount to asking for a cosy room for one in the Tower.

But Mary, you’re wrong. Plain wrong. Chocolate wrong.

Like boots are made for walking, biscuits are made for dunking.

Have you had a bad day? A dunked biccie makes it right again.

A good day? Even better.

Of course they do it in the south. The north. The east. And the west.

Anywhere there’s a hot brew and a packet of munchy goodness, there’s a marriage made in dunky heaven.

(Sorry Mary, I still love you and all things Bake Off... honest!)