Waist Not, Want Not

The computer at home is dying and/or is very sick with a virus - so I might be out of action for the next few days. Saying that, Rocker may be able to fix it up a treat in which case it will be business as usual.

I just want to let you know in case I disappear, that I haven't been kidnapped by pirates (more's the pity) and Hollywood has called (yet).

I am right here, ignoring the desperate pleas of all the chocolate in the world who can't resist whispering "Eat me, you know you want it" in quieter moments. I am sitting on my hands pretending not to hear.

Chocolate: I don't need you no more. I have a waist, that's all that matters now.


Day 41 of Wondy's 365 Days