the perfect combination, and one which has contributed much to my evening's enjoyment.
in the form of a whole block of ritter sport's finest chocolate ... spookily containing rum, raisins and hazelnuts.
this provided some much needed calories after an exhausting couple of hours trying to prise doris out of the meat pie factory. she was supposed to be officially opening it, but she ate so many she damn near officially closed it.
normally, she would sit in the back of the ceremonial reliant robin, but this time she was so bloated she wouldn't fit in. so kev the chauffeur and myself suffered the indignity of trying to lift her onto the roof rack with the aid of a winch and pulley. three of them gave way before the local shipyard came to the rescue with a nifty drive along crane usually used to lift heavy tourists onto our late night ferry (also known as the voyage of death because of the number of accidents we manage to arrange en route).

i personally strapped doris down with a twenty metre bungee cord last used when flossie attempted to leap off the cliff top to steal a vanilla slice from a beach picnic.
while i was manhandling the delicious doris, she got rather intimate and - despite the aroma of meat and gravy - it was some time before i was able to prise myself away - many thanks to kev for his careful use of the crowbar there.

so, i think you can now see how important that bar of chocolate was.

just thought i should explain in case you thought i was rambling on about nothing.