I'm not saying the ibuprofen's cured me, but I did make it to a few charity shops yesterday. So it's a step in the right direction. It's no wonder they sell it in Boots.
There's a good chance, of course, that my lifelong love of the cocoa bean has contributed in some small way to my crippling foot pain, but personally I think it's just bad luck, and God's way of telling me to drive more. So undeterred, I took the car into Uckfield town centre yesterday lunchtime, hopped into the St Wilfred's Hospice shop, and bought this for £2.50...
It's a box of King Edward Chocolates. Which surprised me, because I thought he only made potatoes.
Tragically, the box was empty, but it dates back to 1936, so the contents might have passed their sell-by date. It was one of a number of old biscuit tins, toffee tins, Oxo tins and food boxes they had in the shop, most of them marking royal events, so I think they've cleared out someone's locker at the hospice. Personally I never keep food long enough for it to become collectable, so I had no idea if there was anything of value there, but this seemed to be the oldest item, so I slapped down my £2.50, and snapped up the Cadbury's chocolates.
Mentally, I was booking my place on the Antiques Roadshow, and dreaming of untold riches, but having researched it a bit on the internet, I think it's only worth about a tenner. Less, once I'd peeled off the St Wilfred's price sticker and left a mark in the top right hand corner. It's a bit disappointing. Who'd have thought that something older than my parents could be so worthless. I might take it to the Royal Wedding and try to flog it outside the church.