Mustn't

I can feel myself beginning to recover; I am very tired, but the endless coughing has stopped, and my appetite is coming back. I've lost over a stone and could stand to lose another, though in my attempts to look less burly, I must be careful not to chase the tittyfairy away forever.

Whatever one does, however one diets, there really is no room for chocolate, which is unfortunate, cos right now, in the deep of the night, I really fancy some, milky and wicked. Here is an interesting website:

http://www.seventypercent.com/pod/sources.asp

Despite its name, the site isn't dedicated to those who refuse chocolate that isn't bitter enough to betray you and write a novel about it afterwards. Such tuffenuffs are the confectioner's answer to curry bores. Never accept any truffles they give you, bonbons of unrelenting cocoa suffused with darkest testosterone; no the site is much funkier than that. There are chocolate pirates to be found, and pods and chocolate bars suffused with anise and pink peppercorns or chocolate chili lips...and there are chocolate fountains you can buy for home entertaining. The possibilities are endless, the implications frightening.

I mustn't, I've been so good, I just mustn't.

Mustn't, mustn't, must. nt.

MMmmmmmmmmmmm.