Anticipation: Marzipan Chickens…

Chronicles of an Orange-Haired Woman!

And now…the moment you have all been waiting for, an end to your anticipation, I bring you the sorry saga of the Marzipan Factory (Part One, anyway)…

We’d noticed the David London Marzipan Factory before, nestled, as it was, in what used to be Borth’s Station building – but, being students just about to take our Finals, thought nothing of it, except to comment on the sheer weirdness of a confectionery-making factory in so remote a part of the Peninsula.


That autumn, degrees in hand and overdrafts reaching International Debt standard, we started looking for work. Reluctantly, it is true – but the dole, which we had applied for, took a month to sort out and we had ourselves, a dog, an uninvited cellar full of rodents and a worm-ridden cat to look after.

Would the cat do the decent thing and cull the rats and mice? Would…

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