Me too, and it has split my extended family. Me and mine are Promite people, but my mother is Vegemite all the way, so buys her own when she comes to stay. Problem is, my father (Neville) prefers Promite, and likes to complain that she won't buy it for him at home!
She responds with "When you do the shopping Neville, you can buy your own bloody Vegemite".
He says "Maybe I will, or maybe I'll just move in with Marina". Yikes!
She says "Do it - you wouldn't last 5 minutes - Marina expects you to cook, tidy up, do the washing, and take care of yourself - you don't even know how to go to the supermarket to buy bloody Promite!"
This goes on for some time, every time they visit with the result that the back of my fridge is full of old jars of Vegemite that I never bought, and I can't sleep because I'm frightened my father is going to move in.
They'll all be sorry when I get my own place.....
Marina.
