Indulgence

It must be years since I last ate a Mars bar, so I’ve rectified that now.
Naturally, it’s about half the size that I remembered it being. Back in the 1950s, when money was tight, Mum and I would share one, cutting it into tiny slices which seemed to taste so  much better than having a whole one to yourself. And towards the end of the last century, for a short time you could get limited edition dark chocolate ones, which were delicious.
The book’s another charity shop find. I’ve read the first three in the series, and this one is just as good.