Guilty pleasures

I went out this afternoon to get some vegan chocolate and met the most bizarre Polish man in the shop who spoke to me as though he were a pimp. "If you like chocolate" he said "go to Waitrose and get some booja-booja. Its a real -" (brings arm up and down suddenly and cracks an imaginary whip) "- guilty pleasure".

I needed something; another very full on day at work. But on the good news side, booked our accommodation in Tel Aviv for October. Very pleased, that’s been a long slog. I’ve looked at so many apartments I reckon I could get a job as an Israeli estate agent.

For the record, the thumbnail juxtaposition of Jamie Oliver and the three letters spelling "ego" is pure coincidence...