After eight

Went out for 'oor tea' tonight. A steak and chips Itison deal. Steak was okay, it was edible (unlike some poor bloke who reviewed his meal a few days back) anyway, the service was shocking, so we'll not be going back there. Back home and I'm standing in the kitchen doing the ironing and I spot the After Eights. Well, it is after eight and mint is good for the digestion. Opening the box and oh! Surprise, surprise! Someone (not me) has eaten a fair few and left the little paper envelopes behind. Okay, eat them, but bin the papers when yer done!!

Boo hiss, it's the end of the weekend...