Addicted

In the weekend I started eating some chocolate. Chocolate Easter eggs, to be precise. My mother had brought some along from the US, of the Robin Egg variety. Like a malted milk ball, only egg-shaped and coated in a speckledy colored hard candy shell.

When I returned to the office yesterday, the Easter eggs provided by our friendly caterer disappeared right around the time I was going to eat one. But later that evening, at home, I consumed some more of the Robin's Eggs. Slightly more than might have been advisable, strictly speaking. Went to bed with a teeny weeny tummy ache.

Anyway today the Easter eggs reappeared at the office. So far I have eaten several. They are dark chocolate, which I prefer, and of quite good quality.

I hope I won't eat any more Robinny eggs when I get home.

But I might.