I think my friends have picked up on the fact I love chocolate.
But there’s a wee story I thought was kinda funny about the chocolate heart in the middle right there bought for me by 2 of the guys I went to high school with. In built into me is this rule that I don’t open presents until the day they were meant for – mainly because even at 27 I still fear the wrath of my mother if she finds out.
The boys however insisted that I look inside the bag they’d given to me so they could see my reaction.
I laughed, because I thought they’d done it to make a joke about how I could be ’18 again’. However it was even better story.
When walking through Fort Kinnaird retail park earlier that day (they were getting birthday cards for me & our friend Kate) something caught their eye on the display window at Thorntons. A chocolate heart with the message already written ‘Happy 18th Laurie!‘.
My friends from high school have only ever known me as Laurie (except for Craig who liked to call me by my full name very fast – middle name included). Laurie is not a common name in Scotland at all. In fact I don’t think I’ve ever met another girl called Laurie from the UK. People often think I’m American when they learn of my double barrelled first name & its diminutive form.
Until they hear my accent.
When my friends saw it, they apparently looked from the chocolate heart, to each other and said ‘We’ve gotta do it!’ and purchased said messaged chocolate from the window display. I mean seriously? What were the chances of them choosing such an uncommon name for their display chocolate?!
It made me smile. I don’t think I’m going to eat it. I have eaten some of the chocolate truffles that came with it though.
Thorntons had only just started writing personalised messages on chocolate around the time I was born. When my Grandad came to visit his new granddaughter in hospital (me!) he saw this new thing they were doing on easter eggs, and decided to get an easter egg with my name written on & brought it into the ward. It was totally uncharacteristic of him to do something like that, and we still have pictures of that easter egg. My Mum kept it for several years (ick). So my heart shaped chocolate has reminded me of that too.