My Guilty Pleasure

There is only one guilty pleasure, and there are many pleasures in life which I freely and openly indulge, coffee - strong (despite my bad ticker), sugar, salt, junk food and being extremely slothful when I can get away with it.

But one pleasure alone is my passion, my dream, my guilty pleasure - chocolate in all its many guises whether it comes in the form of a mousse, a cheesecake, a biscuit or one of those huge bars!

If there is no chocolate to be found then I'm okay, but should I discover someone's stash that's it, it has to go, and I crave those tickles on my tongue as it melts into a thick, heavenly chocolate goo.

Then, when all available chocs have been eaten and the endorphins have gone home comes the guilt!

And the sorrow,

And the remorse,

And the promise - I take an oath to never let chocolate pass my lips again and I pray that my body has become a temple to willpower.

Then I spot a child eating chocolate fudge and off we go again.