The Lindt bunny

My name is Mandy and I am a chocoholic. Okay, so now that I’ve got that confession off my chest, I can admit that the holiday I look forward to most every year is Easter.

Of course, it doesn’t hurt that there’s a four-day holiday (which this year we’re spending with friends in Devon) nor that over here it’s a sign of approaching summer – but it’s the Easter eggs that really do it for me.

And one Easter ‘egg’ in particular – my husband knows that if he wants to be my husband on April 17th, then he’d better not get into the car without smuggling in a Lindt bunny (or two) somewhere.

I take choosing my chocolate very seriously – as I hope any of you who have tasted the hush hot chocolate would agree – and it is true what they say about the Swiss making the best chocolate in the world.

So, while we’re on confessions, here’s another. I went on holiday to Bali recently with my family (who flew up from Melbourne) and three bars of Lindt chocolate (bought at Singapore airport). Let’s just say, I made sure the two never met. Sorry, mum...