Chocolate is for life, not just for Christmas.
Scouring the kitchen cupboards, I’ve stumbled across containers full of supposedly hidden chocolatey goodness.
These tiny individually foil-wrapped treats have been bought and stashed away with Christmas in mind, but I fear for their existence.
When I lie awake in bed at night I can hear their soft, velvety whispers drifting up the stairs, saying ‘unwrap me, nibble me, devour me…it’s our little secret’.
I’ve been strong so far, but it’s only a matter of time.
The closer we get to the festive season, the better my excuse for eating them one by one and throwing the wrappers in next door’s wheely bin.