Da cat. Some days. That's all that can be managed. She looks delighted eh?

I was going to take a picture of a mega half ton slab Dairy Milk wrapper, but I've already gone to bed and now I can't be arsed. It's in the bin anyway and probably covered in all the cheesy peas what the little little one picked out of her tea.

Dairy Milk. Feck. Brought as a 'gift' by a visitor ... Honestly, what the hell do they put in it? Crack?

I have become, in just a few short days, an utter Dairy Milk addict. And I don't like milk chocolate... Oh no, I'm a sophisticated, high cocoa, super dark chocolate lover. Except it turns out I'm not. I have developed an insatiable "thirst" for Diary Milk and have eaten practically my body weight over the last week in its chocolatey, gloopy goodness.

But now it's all gone. And we shall not speak of it. Except to look disgusted.

Ash gives very good "I am disgusted" :)