First, we have the tin lid of the jam pot masquerading as a bit of cloth cut out of an old check tablecloth and held on with a rubber band. As it happens we have the green version of this very check on our own table.
I ought to say that we did not use to go to this amount of bother when I was young, leaving that to the exhibiting ladies of the WI. We just used rounds of cellophane, from a packet supplied by the kitchen department in the basement of Eaden Lilley - which, according to Wikipedia may still live on in St. Ives.
Second, we have the label masquerading as something which Mummy actually wrote out and stuck on with her own fair hand, when quite clearly it has been mass produced, untouched by human hand, Mummy's or anyone else's.
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