Harbour
At the end of a long wearying crushing claustrophobic day I drag myself home and collapse on the cat.
I can feel wrinkles forming around my eyes.
Then J. comes home bearing a gift: Green and Blacks’ cocoa-rich milk chocolate with butterscotch, and everything is ok again.
Fucking priceless.
And I don’t mean the chocolate.
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4 years ago
3 comments:
Chocolate AND butterscotch??
Sounds divine.
Anne : he's fine. Just a wee bit flat.
Jacqui, I'll get you some and you'll see for yourself. It's seriously fucking good.
What a chocolate-bearing-mate...what a sweetheart.
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