Sometimes the Chocolate just dont cut it..

After a long day at work, it was finally time to go home. But not before a meeting about the new sandwich making procedure for work. Yep, we sat in a room, ate some sandwiches and talked about how to make the new sandwiches. Pretty difficult stuff actually, the process is quite hard to master.

For Example:
Step 1: Take two slices of bread out from the loaf and place on chopping board.
Step 2: Place fillings onto one slice of the bread, piling fillings on top of each other. Eg Lamb, gherkins, cheese, rocket. (if you put the rocket on first you're screwed)
Step 3: Place the slice of bread without any fillings on, on top of the fillings to create the outside of the sandwich. (if you put the slice under all this you are screwed).
Step 4: wrap sandwich with plastic wrap and tape down ends. (if you tape sandwich and throw out plastic wrap, you are screwed)

Yeah its pretty difficult stuff.

End result should look like this:

If you get this you have gone overboard:

If you end up looking like this from making sandwiches then please leave the kitchen and seek medical help:

Anyway, that wasn't meant to be the major part of my story. After making some sandwiches and not looking like the guy above I left and went home. Like any normal person would have wanted to do an hour earlier before getting a crash sandwich course. 

Mum came around and we decided to go out for dinner. At first I couldn't make my mind up what I wanted to eat, you know those nights? when nothing seems quite what you want, so you just circle around for hours without getting anything. Well tonight was shaping up to be one of those nights. Finally mum decided we should go to Bondi, so off we went, down to the beach for the evening. After a while we found ourselves at a place called Moo Burgers. (can you guess what they made their burgers out of?) These vastly expensive burgers were nice to eat but probably not really worth the money. The thing that would make me go back is the restaurant was really nicely set out, had good music playing and a great vibe inside. The chips were also crunchy which is a great thing to find in a place, especially when like me you want crunchy chips. 

After dinner we wandered down the street to a chocolate shop, where mum had been told she could finally get a european style, thick hot chocolate. Needless to say she was quite excited when the man behind the counter told her that yes, the chocolate was very thick, thicker than anywhere else. So mum ordered an happily went outside to the table to wait. About five minutes later when the hot chocolate arrived you can imagine her disappointment when it turned out to be quite a runny, watery hot chocolate. 

You know when you give a child a wrong present at christmas and they complain loudly so everyone can hear how disappointed they are in the present and you? well that was mother when she took her first sips of the drink. Sentences like "what a waste of money" and "I don't think i'll even bother drinking all of this" were uttered. Sentences that one does not expect a mother to say. She really was quite cranky, like a bee who has come back to his nest only to find all the honey gone, she was ready to sting anyone who came near. Cranky Cranky lady she was. So quietly I tried to lead her back to the car. That worked about as well as when you set off loud music in a perfectly quiet house at 1am, everyone notices no matter how wildly you grab at the volume control.. I'm pretty sure everyone noticed our leaving. I don't think we will be invited back, but then again we were not invited there in the first place..

Needless to say, when it comes to think hot chocolate, Europe corrupts and spoils one. For Life!