Ten years ago, I moved 8000 miles from England to pursue a new life on the West Coast of the United States. At first it seemed a dream, the warm California sun, the friendly welcoming people, but soon I realised something was missing; Walkers Chicken Crisps.
As the years ticked by my cravings got worse. At first I thought I could handle it, after all Californians didn't seem to need them. I had a limited supply from my brother in Canada, but as stocks ran low, they became harder and harder to find, and I found myself paying exorbitant prices as and when they were available. I found myself scouring all night supermarkets only to find smug Safeway assistants trying to palm me off with Lays "chips", possibly the worst chips in the world.
Driven to despair I finally confided on Oprano that I had a Walker's crisps problem. Immediately the kindly UK arm of Oprano swung into action. As a true humanitarian,Trev, aware of my suffering and out of the goodness of his own heart took it upon himself to mail me a crate of Walker's chicken crisps.
Imagine my delight when I found them sitting on my doorstep this afternoon. I would just like to take this opportunity to thank Trev from the bottom of my heart. You have made my life a lot brighter.
Dreams can come true on Oprano