So when you’re tired and it all goes to shit you grab a Mint Slice.
And since you swallowed it whole, you missed out on tasting it, so you’d better have another.
And since you’ve already had two, you may as well have your quota of “only three at a time”.
But now you feel like a fool for eating your after dinner weekend treat, so you’d better punish yourself with one of those Furry Friends you bought for The Little Lion… I mean, he’s been naughty today anyway, right? He doesn’t deserve it, you do…
And since you’re only choosing one Furry Friend, it may as well be the Numbat, because that’s what you are, a Numbat, for eating chocolate so out of line like this. A Numbat and don’t you forget it.
But there are two Numbats in the pack… well, since they’re so small and thin and measly as far a chocolates go, you’d better eat both.
And now that you’ve gone this far, you may as well knock off the last icecream from the freezer.
So now you feel like something salty to wash the taste of sin from your mouth, don’t you? Ah well, there’s half a pack of chips left from Mr D’s Friday beer accompaniment, best take care of that… we don’t want any temptations left in the house now, do we?
And finally, as you hide the evidence before Mr D gets home, you cry because you realise that I am still your comfort. You’ll have to do better than a divorce letter to get rid of me… sucker!