Proof of just how sick I am
In case anyone doubts just how near Death's door I've been this week... take a look at this evidence!
I took this picture 10 minutes ago of the advent calendar in my front room. Spot anything?
That's right, two whole days of unopened chocolately goodness!
Just a minute, I can hear the distant tyre squeals of an rapidly approaching car... probably nothing.
Has anyone else noticed the rather, um, chocolate-heavy nature of my recently blogging? Sorry about that. I promise to stop talking about... hang on there's someone at the door.
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Sorry about that, it was just April after the two spare chocolates.
I took this picture 10 minutes ago of the advent calendar in my front room. Spot anything?
That's right, two whole days of unopened chocolately goodness!
Just a minute, I can hear the distant tyre squeals of an rapidly approaching car... probably nothing.
Has anyone else noticed the rather, um, chocolate-heavy nature of my recently blogging? Sorry about that. I promise to stop talking about... hang on there's someone at the door.
...
...
...
Sorry about that, it was just April after the two spare chocolates.
however....mmmmmm....cat tongues...mmmmm
(just had a bizzare and unrelated thought, totally not due to your "get high" tip in the previous entry, but if Laura Handbag doesn't like Christmas, should she rename herself Laura Humbag for December? God, I am freak on lemsip.)
You surely know that chocolate is a cure all for virtually everything!!
Well that is the excuse most of my female friends and relations give as they chomp their way through the 2lb box of Thorntons Continental
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