The Swaledale Cheese Family

When Dave, our Quality Control Manager, came running in the other day to tell me I’d won at the Great Taste Awards I was speechless (and it’s not often that happens). For years people have been taking the Mickey out of my green wellies and chenille jumper combo and I thought, at last I’ve proved them all wrong. Alas, it turns out though I’m not being recognised for my Richmond chique – even better – we’ve scooped three golds including the coveted three star gold at foods equivalent to the Oscars! Not bad considering the awards attracted a record number of entries this year.

You know me, I’m not one for going all ‘Gwyneth Paltrow’, but this really is a proud achievement for us all. Along with all the other awards we’ve bagged this year it’s a true reflection of everyone’s hard work during what have been difficult times. Anyway, enough of the soppy stuff, if I’m not careful they’ll be asking for a pay rise. What’s now more important is what the hell am I going to wear to the official awards ceremony in Kensington on September 8^th? I’m thinking a little off the shoulder cheesecloth number perhaps? All suggestions welcome, oh, and while you’re at it, if anyone knows where we can get a bigger mantelpiece let me know – we’re running out of room!  

When Dave, our Quality Control Manager, came running in the other day to tell me I’d won at the Great Taste Awards I was speechless (and it’s not often that happens). For years people have been taking the Mickey out of my green wellies and chenille jumper combo and I thought, at last I’ve proved them all wrong. Alas, it turns out though I’m not being recognised for my Richmond chique – even better – we’ve scooped three golds including the coveted three star gold at foods equivalent to the Oscars! Not bad considering the awards attracted a record number of entries this year.

You know me, I’m not one for going all ‘Gwyneth Paltrow’, but this really is a proud achievement for us all. Along with all the other awards we’ve bagged this year it’s a true reflection of everyone’s hard work during what have been difficult times. Anyway, enough of the soppy stuff, if I’m not careful they’ll be asking for a pay rise. What’s now more important is what the hell am I going to wear to the official awards ceremony in Kensington on September 8^th? I’m thinking a little off the shoulder cheesecloth number perhaps? All suggestions welcome, oh, and while you’re at it, if anyone knows where we can get a bigger mantelpiece let me know – we’re running out of room!