Mr H hasn't really known what to do with me this past week, no amount of hugs or consoling words has really been enough to make me feel better.
He's been up in London today for meetings. About an hour ago I had a phonecall from him asking if I wanted any macaroons from Laduree. I decided against it, even though I have been hankering after some recently.
About 15 minutes later (I presume the tube ride filled this time!) he called asking if I would like a chocolate brownie from Konditor & Cook. Now this shop is one of the reasons I think I got fat! However, since I don't work in London on a regular basis anymore, I couldn't resist.
Bring on 4.15pm when he should be walking through the front door.
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Enjoy xx
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