I have lost count of the number of Swiss Army knives that I have lost, misplaced, had feloniously removed, given away, or (yes, stupid this one - and genuinely accidental having tossed them into the wrong bag in a hurry) had confiscated in airports.
What else have you bought?
And, what has this to do with coffee?
Milk chocolate leaves me so cold I never touch the stuff; even as a child, I loathed it. Only dark for me, I'm afraid.
Now, this is a time and a place for serving milk and coffee - it differs drastically and dramatically between north and south Europe.
"Never drink a cappuccino after noon" I have been advised, advice I will happily follow when in Italy. Or, its equivalent in Spain, or France.
But - when I am in sun deprived northern Europe, and it is deepest, darkest winter - (time is so elastic, don't you think? That which is a breach of social etiquette in the afternoon in southern Europe, becomes entirely acceptable between Hallowe'en and the vernal equinox north of the Alps, to my mind) I think our climate allows for the consumption of milky coffees in winter.