Those tricky people from Hotel Chocolat slipped a brochure into the post today, and within minutes I was gobbling on chocolate as I swooned over the pages. Fortunately the Easter Collection is way too expensive for me.
The Ostrich "the perfect egg to share - for entire families"
At 70 quid, sharing that might well be the definition of True Love. (But if you do have a spare £160, the Signature Cabinet looks gorgeous).
At the other end of the spectrum I have been excercising - Zumba again. Still cracking me up with the leaping from side to side, but it gets the heart going and enabled me to Tell two more people who both think volunteering for Homeopathy for Health in Africa is a worthy effort.
Also manged to Tell the butcher, but it was one of those occasions where his eyes started to glaze over and I knew I had lost him, so I began to garble - just making it worse. I finished with a rapid goodbye and scuttled for the safety of the anonymous pavement.
Luckily things brightened up after that when I picked up the promised champagne for the raffle, and then Told the chap in the charity shop. (It's marvellous - they have a seemingly endless supply of enthusiastic people for me to Tell!)
In the cafe the Lovely Simon took pity on me, as I mumbled and rummaged to find a Quiz poster for him to put up, and donated another raffle prize! I skipped all the way home in the sunshine.
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