   
|
This
is me thinking about chocolate. |
FIRST
AND FOREMOST: |
| CHOCCCCC..
ER.. LITT ..T ..T ..T
(pronounced like
Ulr.. i .. ka ..ka ..ka)
|
|
|
|
Rather partial
to MaltesersTM - well any chocolates actually.
Shall I tell 'em?
Yer know ...... the story. Yer know it embarrasses me. All right,
here goes .... Are we sitting comfortably. No? Good. |
|
|
|
My
mum's friend Karen (no names, no packdrill, and I do enjoy packdrill)
likes chocolate too. In fact, I did notice that (for a treat, she said)
one night she left some chocolate by her bed - in our house 'cos she
were staying the night. Something about feeling low and the chocolate
would make 'er feel better as she got into bed.
Well,
they went up the pub, didn't they ...... |
|
|
|
Yer know 'ow yer can't take yer
mind off chocolate? I couldn't take the old mind off it again, and again
and again. For a treat, she said. And I know everyone luv's me. .......
|
|
|
|
.....
So I 'ad it. It were gorgeous - well for the half second
while I were swallowing the lot.
|
|
This
is chocolate thinking about me.
|
| Yer know 'ow yer get the
feeling something's wrong, but yer can't put yer paw on it? Suffice to
say that it were a long time till Karen came again ....
|
|
 |
|
FOR MORE OLD INTERESTS SEE LINKS AT TOP OF PAGE
Top of Page
|
