I spent my lunch hour in Hotel Chocolat, which has selfishly opened an emporium of joy just a short stroll (ok, rabid run) from my office. We had forewarned them we were coming, in order that they eject all other customers, suit themselves up in full kevlar body armour and prepare some generous trays of 'samples' to appease our chocolate jungle fever. I'm not sure if they totally bought the whole 'we're looking for corporate gifts' line but they did give us some freebies so that was a plus.
We were literally like kids in a candy store. We spent long minutes gazing adoringly at strawberry and chilli drops, cookie crisp slabs, praline waffles and something alluringly called 'Smudge' which is essentially a vastly superior version of Nutella that just cries out to be served on skin. I think we got quite giddy with joy at one point because we decided to find the chocolate which most described ourselves. My best work-buddy Roobs decided she was dark cherry truffle and I ended up being champagne truffles; the description read 'A lickable centre filled with du marc Champagne'. Sounds about right.
I've been exchanging emails with a graphic designer friend of a friend. I know, I know but I've actually seen him this time, albeit briefly, so I'm not in for another surprise/shock (he's seen me too so ditto). The only slight problem is that he's not the most talkative chap, at least not on email which unfortunately makes him seem a little dull. I'm hoping he's just one of those guys that has a morbid fear of emails/phones and turns into a monosyllabic teenager when pushed to talk about themselves. He might be fab in person and he does have the sexiest brown eyes. I think I'll pesevere for now and see where it goes. Nothing ventured etc etc.
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