She knows I love them, and asked if she should pick some up. I said of course, and could she get quite a few? About twenty quid's worth would be grand, and keep us going for a while (K and the Beans love them too).
She said they were *really* hard to find, and so when she found a stall selling them, she bought out his entire supply. All 49 packets of them.
So I owe her £35.
Still, it's probably the last I'll see of the elusive-to-these-shores cinnamon tictacs. Best make them last, eh?