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Chocolate Lunch

Last Tuesday, I had chocolate for lunch. Yes youcosta coffee heard me right. I had chocolate for lunch and what chocolate it was!

The day had actually started out quite badly. I lost my dissertation report file (aah the mysterious ways of computers,who can figure them out?), the same file I had worked on for two days straight. With just a day left for submission, what's a girl to do? First things first of course. Maggie and I went to Beer Sarai to print out her report. That must have taken around an hour or so (we made pretty good time considering neither of us knew where to go!)

We came back just in time for lunch but food at the cafe? Nah. So we added Adi to the car, and off we went to Costa Coffee for lunch. We ordered 2 Frappe Royale (Adi and I), hot chocolate for Maggie, one chocolate truffle cake and the biggest choco - chip muffin I had ever seen! The food and drinks were great way better than at rival CCD and Barista.

Nothing quite saves the day like chocolate. I submitted my report just in time, thanks to that pick-me-up. Like they say, the proof of the pudding lies in the eating...and maybe for some people, (I'll leave you to figure out who) the eating is more important than the proof!

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