Thursday is curry day at work. Delicious treats from the sub-continent are shipped into the canteen and very good they are too. It is the only day I venture over there, just for the curry, which today was a chicken ensemble with a lovely chilli and coconuty sauce. This was followed, as part of a calorie controlled diet I'm perfecting, by a Terry's Chocolate Orange. It's not even Christmas. Michelle Douglas, a Geordie lass who works at the BBC is sharing my office before being jettisoned off into the world of redundancy. Which is excellent, her sharing of, not the jettisoning of, as she brought in the citrus fondant treat. Far too many slices were consumed, which after the curry, has a most illustrious effect on my digestive tract. Sadly though the chocolate segments are not what they were. In my day, the segments were solid slabs of massed cocoa embossed with the logo. This version, obviously designed to bring a flagellated feelgood factor to Millennial lives, has thinner segments resembling proper orange pips and sinew. Still as tasty, but they must be at least half the thickness. Shocking. Still, only 68 days to go to the big day.
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