Sweet

So I was sitting innocently having coffee and a gossip with girlie expat friends this morning, enjoying the sun, when a lady stopped at our table.

'Are you English?' she asked.
At that point, all bar one were indeed English and so we told her that yes, we were English.
Her response was to reach into her pull along shopping trolley and pull out a bag of individually wrapped chocolate pralines and present us each with one (even the American got one) and then she trundled off, stage one in poisoning of local expats completed I guess.

So far only one of the five has succumbed to the temptation of the poisoned apple chocolate.