Something good from Canada.

My community here in warm, friendly Scottsdale numbers many ‘snowbirds’ amongst its winter residents. These folk come from northern climes where you have to saw a hole in the ice to go fishing much of the year, and where bathing costumes are strictly things to be contemplated with longing.

Indeed, the splendid people across the road, hailing from Calgary, some 1,500 miles north of here, are members of Genus snowbird.

When they come here for their winter sojourn they do so on tourist visas, as they make their living north of the border. Now, unfortunately, the cretinous wanker in the Oval Office, aka Pig, has decided to refuse entry or extend visas for these furrners, so they are forced to hop in the old Ford and hightail it back home before ICE/INS/the Cops come knocking with arrest warrants. Their loss is my gain as they see to it that the contents of their normally burgeoning refrigerator end up in mine, as a sort of departure gift. They also have something of a cheese habit, meaning the fridge here is stuffed to overflowing with gouda, cheddars of various sorts, boursin, cream cheese galore and you name it. Indeed, you might accurately observe that we are extremely ‘long’ cheese:

Long cheese.

Thank you Maureen and Kevin for your splendid generosity, and safe travels back to the land of moose and maple syrup.

Meanwhile, if you crave the best in British supply chain management – and cheese – you need go no further than here.