Most people do not know their last supper, in fact most people would not want to know.
Most people do not know their last supper, in fact most people would not want to know. The few that do are offered this privilege because they are about to meet their end. I was offered that privilege, not because I was meeting my end, but because an end was about to happen. My last supper consisted of chicken, potato dauphinoise, and chantenay carrots, followed by white chocolate panna cotta at a hotel in Hemel Hempstead. I had taken the long and worthwhile journey from South Yorkshire to meet a lady who would change my life irrevocably.Order Now Reviews