The black ones go first

I work next door to a chocolate factory. On Friday they have a factory shop open 12 - 3.

One of my colleagues is a frequent flier next door, whereas I'm an occasional visitor. Today she came back with a huge bag of jelly beans. I bet there will be no black ones left on Monday.

Benedict was a saint last night. When I trotted off to the loo in the small hours he took that as his cue to move in with me. I told him no and he retreated - twice. The compromise was he reached out a paw and I gently held it.

Sweet :-)

PS Benedict is ever so excited to have been so popular ;-)