Until forced to make a really tough choice.
It was at the Grand, Eastbourne, the only five-star coastal hotel in the UK. Guest of his mother-in-law Jennie darling, the appellation bestowed upon her despite the fact everyone loathed her. Even her husband died young to get free.
Joe – “Joseph dear,” Jennie darling whined – perched on the rim of a sumptuous chair. “What will you take with your tea? Victoria sponge or passion fruit cake?”
Quel choix! Not so tough now, big boy.