I am sorry I have missed the last couple of days, my typing is rubbish and you might end up with random numbers and letters because my fingers don’t lift off the keyboard. I was adding something to yesterday’s blog which had been typed by one of my PAs when I accidentally deleted it! That will teach me to save more often.
Anyone who knows me well would say that I am a bit of a chocoholic. Most people have laughed at my decision, they have said, ‘Why would you do that just before Easter, you will never stick to it, why do you want to do that anyway?’ Well I will stick to it, I am determined and anyway it’s a challenge.
I have always enjoyed chocolate, well ever since I have been able to choose to eat chocolate. Obviously when I was a baby, I couldn’t, but when I got my own pocket money I always wanted to buy it. My Nanna worked part-time in Martins a newsagent in Chandlers Ford and I took my threepenny bit and spent it wisely. Just thinking now I am transported back to being ten years old and the anticipation and thrill of first, seeing my Nanna and second choosing a weeks worth of sweets from the array of jars that lined the back wall of the shop. I vividly remember a little white paper bag being placed on one side of a set of balance scales with a 2oz weight placed on the other side. I loved white chocolate mice, they even had a tiny string tail attached in those days, but I knew that I would not get as much for my money as they weighed heavier, so they were a luxury. The Jazzies, chocolate discs with hundreds and thousands were lighter and I chose both white and milk chocolate. White chocolate shaped into milk bottles were added to my paper bag and I can remember watching carefully incase the scales tipped before I had filled the bag enough to last me a week.
In a different newsagents, at a different age, 14, I would skip breakfast, rush out of the house and spend hard earned cash on a Mars bar and eat it on the way to school. As you can see, chocolate is a big part of my life. I am missing Lindt bunnies and Cadbury’s cream eggs, but here is the thing. It takes me much longer to unwrap the damn thing than it does to eat it, so I’m not missing that much.