Chocolate Teapot

Since I gave up snacking in between meals and saying no to pudding, all I have been able to think about is chocolate. Chocolate is the Devil’s work, of that I now have no doubt.

It doesn’t help that two people I know work for Chocolate companies (lady Willy Wonkas with better dress sense) – and that I have been in the company of some damn fine confectionary this Christmas season.

Now it knocks on the door of my subconscious when I’m asleep and jumps out of the fridge at me like a twisted Jack in the Box, in the form of Chocolate fudge. It winks at me as I walk past it in the kitchen, and whispers, Gollum-style into the night.

It’s all I can think of.

I am going to have to insist that it is removed from the house. Or encased in concrete so I cannot conceivably get to it.

Be strong, be strong, be strong.

God, I could murder a hot chocolate with marshmallows.

Hmpf.