I have hiding places for chocolate. With a female teenager in the house, one needs to; I can't be the only one who ate cooking chocolate in my teens when there was nothing else, and who still got blamed by my younger brothers (the blighters!) for snaffling mum's chocolate even after I'd gone to university. They snaffled my dad's brandy as well; he used to win snooker tournaments and the prizes were often alcoholic but he couldn't drink alcohol while he was on phenobarbitone (sp?) to prevent fits after a brain op. Blighters, as I said. Nice blighters
Anyway, where have I hidden that bar of Oreo chocolate? I've decided I don't actually like it and that Minibags can have it after all.
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