Invited to Rococo for a chocolate tasting, celebrating their 26th anniversary. I loved the shop which looked like someone’s living room, the Moroccan courtyard with vibrantly coloured encaustic tiles, the packaging of the chocolates, the tiny chocolate factory downstairs.
“I’ve never tried the chocolate” he said “so I thought it was about time”.
“Is it best in the morning?” I quipped.
Nobody laughed. Peonies prefer morning sunlight in a garden. I guess the joke was a little too niche.
“Well der” she spat. “You aren’t posh enough for them”