And Bangladesh won again!
I was woken by a naked young man bearing a chocolate rabbit, presumably an ancient fertility rite. I don't think it's likely to work, in my case, but it marked the end of my Lent Without Chocolate. This turned out to be quite easy, though I was a bit startled to find out Lent is really 46 days (they don't count the Sundays). All I really had to do was turn down any offer of anything vaguely chocolatey. Once or twice, late at night, I thought it would be nice to have something to nibble with my Ribena, but after working out biscuits didn't quite fit the bill I stopped bothering. Next year, I'm thinking of dropping alcohol. And the one after that I might try something difficult, like houmus. I don't think I'll ever stop gaining weight unless I cut out houmus.
Anyway, I had a cup of hot chocolate with my breakfast, but I don't think I've actually eaten any yet, apart from a fragment stuck to my fingers while I was feeding a small egg to someone else. I'll probably break the fast properly tonight.
Anyway, I had a cup of hot chocolate with my breakfast, but I don't think I've actually eaten any yet, apart from a fragment stuck to my fingers while I was feeding a small egg to someone else. I'll probably break the fast properly tonight.