I am a ridiculous chocaholic. In theory, I should have the body of Rik Waller instead of the average physique I have been blessed with, however, given that I have amazing metabolism, (is that the right word?), I am nearly free to eat whatever the hell I like with only the financial blow to feel in the short term. Only a few days ago, did I take a trip to Tesco's with the sole intention of buying complete junk after a physically demanding (half) week at work. I came back with a chocolate sundae dessert, a box of mini chocolate brownies, 4 cut-price muffins, some cookies and a freddo. 20p that freddo cost me! 20p! That does make me feel old...
The reason I go on these crazy, expensive and health-deteriorating trips is because Mother Mitten, doing her weekly "big shop" around Sainsbury's*, refuses to buy produce any food that adds a particular amount of weight to the stomach region, which means no cake, no sugar, no biscuits and most importantly, no chocolate...
... Until today! Because I awoke at an hour that I'm definitely more used to, (sometime after midday!), Mother Mitten took the opportunity to steal the Mittenmobile and trek it to the named Supermarche to do her rounds. She claimed, once again, that she hadn't bought anything "interesting", but upon scouting around the kitchen for something to snack on during my nightly midnight search, I came across a family-size pack of mini rolls and a pack of Mr.Kipling's chocolate slices. What a crafty Mother I have...
To pay her back, I have stolen said products, and hidden them in my own room, replacing them with a simple post-it note saying, 'You've gotta do better than that!' Serves her right! To be honest, I'll be doing well if there are any left by the time I go to sleep, which just proves how much of a cake/mini roll/Mr.Kipling-aholic, I really am.
In other news, I got hit in the ribs by a hard, brand new cricket ball bowled relatively fast by Boony, leaving a nice purple bruise and I have organised a small gathering where we shall watch Barcelona trounce MUFC in the CL Final tomorrow night, before no doubt drowning our sorrows in Bedford's "new" club.. Followed by cricket on Sunday and a very, very full week at work next week...
Busy weekend coming up then, and if it's anything like last weekend, I reckon it will be a successful one!
* Mother Mitten's brief shopping stint at Sainsbury's is because she gets £12 off every £60... Something she claims to be, "the most remarkable offer I've ever seen!" ... She's easily pleased, bless her! (Thank you to .... "Anonymous" for pointing out my failings as a blogger!) ;)
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you can't star something then not have a footnote. crazy.
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