A tragic tale of discovery and loss…

I have been requested to relay a tragedy which happened to me recently.

Whilst away in Barbados at the end of April (I would say yes, look impressed! But we were out there for Diva’s grandmother’s funeral, so not exactly a fun fun fun holiday), we paid a visit to the local supermarket. All kinds of weird and wonderful items were on sale, mostly from the US, along with good old recognisable stuff shipped from the Motherland (Cadbury’s Dairy Milk. A snip at 3 quid a bar!) Perusing the confectionery I happened upon pure gold dust – a chocolate bar that LOOKED familiar, but wasn’t. It was ‘foreign’. It was… a Snickers with almonds.

Eagerly I grabbed the Snickers, and triumphantly dropped it into my trolley. I couldn’t wait to taste this new chocolatey delight, and as we drove back to the hotel my mouth was watering at the thought.

We got back and I rummaged through the shopping bags in search of my prize. First one, then another, then rather more frantically another…

Nothing.

So I rummaged through the bags again.

Nothing.

Where was my Snickers?? Had I left it behind, still sitting forlornly at the till waiting to be bagged up? Had it been left in the hire car, melting to a Snickersy-tasting liquid in the Caribbean sunshine?

A look at the receipt answered all my questions. The Snickers had never even made it to the till. Instead, it must have fallen through the very generously spaced bars of the trolley to the floor.

So, I never got to taste a Snickers Almond. We never returned to the supermarket, and I never saw them anywhere else but there. Imagine my disappointment.