So, with Lent having just started and everything, I have decided this year to be practical about what I'm going to give up for 40 days and 40 nights. I usually set myself up for failure, giving up general stuff like chocolate, which never really goes according to plan. It just makes me want it more. I've done this for years, since I was a child, and I never learn. Not only would I eat some chocolate, I would also slyly start eating my easter egg that was hidden high up at the back of a press which I needed a ladder to get to. And I would usually finish it off way before Easter and neatly fix the foil back into the egg-shaped plastic, leaving it looking as though it had never been touched. Of course I always got found out eventually. But I didn't mind, I was quite happy that I had eaten it. It seemed to taste even better having to wait til the coast was clear and then climb up and finally get my hands on it.
My Mam used to try and figure out why I'd do such a thing, I was really well behaved throughout the rest of the year. She'd just look at me, confused, about my chocolate addiction and my disregard for Lent. She'd explain how I would have no chocolate on Easter Sunday, and I knew that but I just couldn't resist knowing there was chocolate waiting for me. Even though my mother would have liked to teach me a lesson my Dad seemed to understand my sweet-tooth weakness and always got me a replacement egg for the day. Phew. He did eventually learn over the years and even now he still doesn't buy my egg until like the day before. I mean that's a bit extreme, I really don't think I'd go raiding the presses every time I come to visit before Easter. But I suppose they are better to be safe than sorry.