‘ our house is The
Y Chocolate Factory!’ my best mate, Melissa, 13, grinned as we slurped thick, hot chocolate topped with fluffy marshmallows.
For a sleepover, my dad, Gerry, 47, had transformed into my very own Willy Wonka.
In 1999, he’d bought one of the first commercial chocolate fountains, then Mum hired it out for events and weddings.
Business boomed, and Dad bought more fountains to hire. He quit his day job as a party organiser, and my mum, Roo, 44, left her trinket shop unit. Dad soon qualified as a chocolatier.
My sister, Polly, 11, and I helped out at functions and, at 16, I went to catering college to learn chocolate making.
Then, in 2006, my parents launched The Chocolate Boutique Hotel, Bournemouth, offering workshops and themed…