It was 10:30pm. I sent Andrew out to buy me a bar of white chocolate.
“Any kind will do,” I said. I’m not particularly fussy about my chocolate. As long as it wasn’t that cheap nasty stuff made in Malaysia.
I don’t know if he was trying to impress me, or that he just couldn’t make up his mind. Because he came back with every brand and white chocolate bar he could find! What a sweetie.