Do you folks ever have a problem with talking chocolate?
I never knew what it was that caused a hitherto silent bar of chocolate to begin vocalising, until yesterday...
Yesterday morning I tried on an old pair of linen trousers to make sure they still fit me. Instant 'muffin effect'. Oooops! Bit of cutting back needed here, Heckety me ould bean!
Which was fine. Got on with the day, Eldest to train, errands in town, this'n'that at home, chatted to the mobile Butcher (all the farmers are frantically getting in their silage these fine days), etc, had supper with Middlest, fed the dogs...and then...Hark! a little voice from the larder press:
Ignored it, no problem. Again it comes, bit louder:
Do the washing up, make tomorrow's bread, clean the table.
Leave me alone! Have a cup of tea, write some emails, ring some folks.
Think of the trousers! Think of the trousers! Think of the trousers!
Oh for Pete's sake! So, just to shut it up I went and had two squares.
So much for inanimate objects...So much for strength of will...
The hips were willing, but the mouth was weak.