Fay, in Bitches:
Anyway - consider yourselves all waved at from pitch-black Yorkshire, wherein I'm wrestling with an essay and the forces of ennui. I'm also nibbling at Minstrels (the chocolate, not the musician) despite the fact that, for some wholly inexplicable reason, they are suffused by the taste of dill. I was kind of meaning to send them back to Mars with a "Dear sirs, your chocolate tastes inexplicably of dill! I demand a refund! In chocolate!" type letter...but I keep eating them, just to see if they still taste of dill. And they do. Which, let's face it, isn't the most obvious complementary flavour for creamy milk chocolate. Blah.