With thanks to whoever clicked by last night, I’m now rich. Not rich rich, nor indeed even double-shot mocha latte rich, but certainly Cadbury’s Creme Egg rich.
I used to work with a member of the Cadbury family and … wait, I just need to point something out. If at some point in the future I can ever be referred to as ‘a member of the Harris family’ and it be a good thing, not like a Manson family kind of thing, then under no circumstances will you be working with me, unless ‘working with me’ covers bringing me ice-cold Fanta Limon* on the beach.
Anyway, we worked in Social Services for a local government, which I guess is a worthy calling, but Mr Cadbury decided it was time to leave and do something even more worthy. On his last day he brought in a basket full of Creme Eggs that his son had swiped from the line that morning. So I have been given a Creme Egg by (a) Mr Cadbury. And even better, I also stolen one from him, cus they’re gorgeous.
PS. Did you know that Creme Eggs are so cool they even have their own podcast? That’s cool, right, having your own podcast? It must be cool, cus I don’t have one and I’m not cool.
*It’s a thing – I go on vacation somewhere hot, I drink Fanta Limon.