The rapid climate shift from
snow and hail to hot and sunny caught me out in respect of my in-car snacks,
such that setting off for home I felt for my half eaten pack of Rolos and
recoiled at their squidgy touch; an hour and a half later, despite the air-con
at full blast, they remained a softly fused cylinder of chocolate and caramel,
but with hunger overcoming propriety I managed to gingerly unwrap the whole lot
with one hand and slip the congealed mass onto my mouth, with only a little of
the gold foil attached to add a bit of crunch.
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