She very graciously lets me have as much cooking chocolate as I like. She has 85% cocoa content chocolate that is kept in a locked cupboard. It is temperature controlled to keep the chocolate at the correct consistency for optimum pleasure and comfort.
When she was in the shower the other day I happened to notice that the cupboard was unlocked and the door slightly ajar. I sidled over and accidentally opened it fully. I thought I better check the choccy - it might have warmed up a bit too much. It looked OK. Perhaps I'd better just try a bit - I'd hate for it to be spoilt. I was just rustling and wrestling with the silver paper when I glanced up.
The TG was standing in the doorway, dripping from her shower, holding the whip she keeps handy at all times. Her eye-brow was in a very daunting position. It was like a scene from 'Raiders of the Forbidden Cupboard' with Harridan Ford.
How did she know? She was in the shower for goodness sake! The water was running, she was humming, I was being terribly quiet. Not only has she got eyes in the back of her head, she's got hearing that ain't normal.*
Pooh - I suppose I'd better get her something special next Easter. (I think you'd better not wait 'til then. Lo.TG Ed)
*(When they were little (ahhh!) Penfold and Tiggz truly believed that. Lo,TG Ed).
