Convent School: My First Chocolate Experiment

We lived in Kuwait for a time and when I was nine I was despatched to a convent school in England, where my older sister was already installed. I was looking forward to joining her but the reality was a cold and stark one. The rambling buildings were freezing and the food practically inedible. The lack of warmth, banter and good food was somewhat compensated for by parcels from home containing our favourite things. The chocolate in these parcels was a comfort blanket in so many ways: it gave me a warm glow and a sense of security in my turbulent teenage years of incarceration at school, far away from home comforts.