Wake up to find my car covered in a thick layer of fine dust. A Saharan dust storm carried over seas and deposited overnight. The desert comes to my door step. How exotic and glamorous. It's like someone's left a bar of Turkish Delight under my windscreen wiper. Only more authentic, and less sickly.
In my search for a picture of Fry's Turkish Delight, I have come across a still from the original iconic 1980s advert - strapline 'Full of Eastern Promise'. Never has a man looked less Turkish. The most Eastern this Promise gets is probably Essex.
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