5-Bar Blues

That's it, the end of confectionary civilisation as we know it - a 5-bar KitKat. Who would have thought? But I have to thank JJ for sharing a bar with me - of course he still had a full KitKat left so maybe that's what it's all about.

We're not long home after visiting George in hospital where a slipped disk has him enjoying the comforts of 24-hour care and various visitors' buns, sweets and grapes - but no KitKats. Seems he managed to walk 2 steps today - may have a bit to go before he can get up a flight of stairs. Will stop by again tomorrow to laugh at the walking stick he's been promised by the physio! Though from a distance in case he tries to hit me with it and does another disk!