I went off mashed potatoes with my eldest, who will soon be 35, and still can't eat them. It was the texture. I also went off smoky bacon crisps. My husband likes his fried eggs sunny side up, and then smashes them on a slice of bread. I could cook them for him, but had to leave the room while he ate them.
Seems it’s now Harry’s uncle - the Earl of Spencer - having his turn at a “tell all” book.


