Good for you harri you have to get your priorities right 
I often see the Lurpak trucks rolling off the ferry and imagine all those lovely blocks of butter stacked inside. I might hold one up one day. 
My dad won't have anything but his beloved Lurpak (why not, he does nothing else). My mum was terrible for butter and went through huge amounts. Mind you towards the end all she would eat was thin white bread, spread with a thick layer of butter.
I am now fancying some seedy bread, spread with butter and bramble jelly jam but sadly have to leave for work now.
Someone needs to go back to Junior School himself.



