|Powerless to resist|
But then it happened. I had to get oil for my car, which decided to be a particularly temperamental beast at 8 o'clock in the morning, when I needed to drop La Squeak at breakfast club at get in to work as early as I could to try & work the hours they pay me for. So, there was no chance of a car-parts shop being open, and I took my chances with the supermarket. What a mistake. Right in front of me, on a huge pallet, just as I walked through the entrance barriers (it's getting more & more like Terminal 2 at Heathrow, my local Tesco, I'm sure).
Kryptonite in cake form. Mr Kiplings Frosty Fancies, to be specific.
I tried. I really did. I turned my head, walked away & found the really exciting motor oil that I went in for. I browsed the trashy magazine selection, and considered whether I had enough diet coke to get me through the day. And then I had to walk past them again to get to the checkout.
Big Fat FAIL. And getting progressively bigger and fatter, as these are going to be hanging around the supermarket for the next two months. Honestly, I can resist most cakes, but I only need to think about these to start drooling like one of Pavlov's dogs. They barely even touch the sides. And if you think I'm going to share them with anyone, you're sadly mistaken. My Kryptonite! MINE!!
Frosty Fancies are my kryptonite. What's yours?