Tag Archives: chocolate

Hyacinth birthday cake (Rousse)

I was allergic to hyacinths so why would anyone think that I would like a hyacinth cake to celebrate my birthday? By the time I had extracted the plant from the plate, all that remained were a few dry crumbs … Continue reading

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Balderdash, chocolate buttons and Amelia Earhart (Rousse)

I had to interrupt this ridiculous game of Balderdash. Why did anyone ever get the impression that it was a straight general knowledge quiz? So what if Amelia Earhart was the first woman to fly solo across the Atlantic? More … Continue reading

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A present of chocolate bananas (Rousse)

While I checked out the porcelain dishes, vases, jugs and bowls (some of which almost looked like glug jugs), DB bought me a bag of white and dark chocolate bananas.

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Meeting a metal-framed monarch mother at the New York mausoleum (Rousse)

I was auditioning for the role of mistress of an American millionaire. A small Jewish Italian New Yorker appeared to have taken a fancy to me so I did my best to impress him by spending the afternoon with his … Continue reading

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Sisters feast on chocolate breakfast diet (Rousse)

So this was why my sister was getting so fat. Every morning she ate an entire box of chocolates for her breakfast. I vowed to help her out.

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Beware the airport chocolate thief (Rousse)

The departure lounge thief couldn’t care less about the contents of my handbag, nor my shiny new laptop. Her sole interest was the bar of chocolate that I had left lying on the hard plastic seat. When I returned from … Continue reading

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Marcus Brigstocke takes to the stage with mother and daughter duo (Rousse)

Marcus Brigstocke settled his mother and (possibly) his brother into seats in the front row, then took to the podium. ‘Gosh, he’s getting on a bit’, I thought, catching sight of his balding pate and observing his wider-than-last-time waistline. After … Continue reading

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