For George, the word "bread" is too mundane. What he's eating here is known as Chocolate Flippy Floppy.
His logic goes like this: chocolate spread on toast is hard and crunchy - but with untoasted bread the texture is, well, flippy and floppy. Hard to argue with that, really.
Nice to have Natalie and John staying with us for the weekend: Mo and Nat got in at no-don't-tell-me o'clock this morning, having had a very enjoyable evening. Disgraceful!
Flippy floppy song.