Do heels go with muumuus?

Alright, it is certain. If I took up residence in the UK I would soon weigh 800 lbs. Everything is deep fried and served with a pint of lager. They even fry the bread at breakfast. As I am fairly sure I would eat a boot, so long as it had been dipped in batter and deep fat fried, this poses a bit of a problem. I realized I was in trouble when I was contemplating which of the six British candy bars I have sampled I liked best. I have been here four days. I should also point out that I am constantly corrected that they are chocolate bars, not candy bars, as apparently candy refers to a stripper's name, not foodstuffs. So my list of preferred chocolate, in descending order.

1) Lion bar ( a sort of unholy union of a hundred grand and a Twix bar
2) Crunchie (chocolate coated honeycomb stuff)
3) Time out ( honestly they are all sort of blurring together now, but I'm pretty sure I liked this one a lot)
4) Yorkie ( just a straight up chocolate bar, but ranked higher because its wrapper bears the slogans of "It's not for girls" and "Don't feed the birds" with a with a slash/no symbol through the woman from the restroom symbol, who's holding a purse no less.)
5) Flake ( a crumbly bumpy chocolate thing)
6) Twist ( the double bar bastard brother of the flake)

Unfortunately I reached a new low when I found my self wandering around Marks & Spencer grocery for an hour today, slightly drooling, unable to pick which new, weird, yummy thing I was to have for lunch. But I had spotted dick for dessert. Seriously.