Let’s call it as it is: The middle-of-moving dash into the corner store for refreshments and … apparently, chocolate-covered coconut candy bars. Of the British persuasion.
Hmm, that wouldn’t have anything to do with my recent trip to London, would it? No nostalgia/evocation of fond memories/ are involved at all in that purchasing decision at all.
I threw in a chocolate chip Cliff Bar at the end for good measure, which didn’t make it into the shot. And no, this isn’t all for me. Cherrio.