I like to think I have willpower.
I know I have a stubborn streak (so says Don!)
But I've let myself down..badly.
It all started yesterday.
In Iceland.
It was very expensive.
Not to be opened until Christmas Day.
And shared with the family.
Don asked me if it would be safe left in the fridge.
I assured him it would.
I've peeped in a few times, picked it up and put it down again.
So worried was Don that I'd slip up he offered to hide it from me.
Don't be silly I said.
I can resist ALL temptation.
WRONG!!!!!
I tried. Really, really tried.
No good. It was screaming eat me! eat me!
So I have.
Cheese!
Scottish Cheddar to be precise.
I practically ran to the fridge, grabbed it, raced to the cutlery drawer and with shaking hands knifed the cheese open and cut a huge chunk off and stuffed it in my gob!
This action was repeated 3 times.
Am now wondering if Don will believe my lie..something about mice and clever mice too. They can open fridges.
Ho Hum.