More choc

I will have to take the Boss's word for it, but she claims this bar is actually un-stolen, and paid for with good money.

As you will see it is from the abroad, in fact from the country with the frilly-curly bits - almost frisee-like - round the edge, where the native tongue is just like English - my second language unconsciously - but with lines through the letters and so forth. It is easily enough decipherabolical to those gifted with the Babble, thus: Fir - a fir tree; Klover - a low-growing greenstuff or possibly a butter-substitute.

This reveals unto us that chocolate can be made from virtually any substances all mixed up in a bowl.

Alternatively, it could be something for the Lover of Firk.

Whatever, it is an appreciated morsel and better than some of the old tut that comes my way on the return of other sojourners over the seventy seas. And so much better than finding out that one's share of a gratis supply of chocolate HAS BEEN PILFERED SHAMELESSLY BY THOSE WHO OUGHT TO BE A DARNED SIGHT MORE CAREFUL ABOUT PLAYING UP TO THE ABSURD AND INSULTING STEREOTYPES SPREAD ABOUT BY THE BLINKERED WHO WOULD CLAIM THAT THE PARTNER-IN-CRIME PAIRING OF AN EVIL-GENIUS GERMAN AND A CRAFTY SCOUSER WAS ABOUT AS BAD AS IT COULD GET.

I think the guilty parties know what I'm saying here, and let that be an end to matter and no grudges held if suitable recompense is forthcome.