Seventy.

Here she is. 1.3kg of chocolate & a whole lot of musclepower later. Numero 70 in chocolate. Enough to feed a small army of large men, required to feed 8 mouths.

There's a whole lot of spare cake which I plan on distributing round to various people, first stop: my colleagues. Second: John. I wouldn't want you to think that my colleagues are more of a priority (absolutely not) but John has special cake requirements. He needs his portion of the off-cuts to be crafted into a replica of his face. Yep, you heard me right. I don't think there'll be any photos of that.