In the pink over a sweet romance

dmittedly, I might have been distracted by the tub of Quality Streets circulating the sitting room as we watched. “Oooh, can I have a pink one?” said Lizzy, my little brother’s girlfriend. The pink one, as fellow Quality Street connoisseurs will know, is the fudge. Bleurgh. I can’t stick it and nor can anyone else in my family. So I’ve told Henry he must marry Lizzy immediately so we can always have her for Christmas, Hoovering up the pink fudges. She has passed the ultimate approval test in my eyes. If you have new other halves joining your family for Christmas, start making subtle enquiries about their favourite QS now.