Sabotage

This one of two biscuits lying on my desk this morning signifies an act of deliberate sabotage or at the very least, wilful mischief perpetrated by His Lordship as he left to travel to Perth for a day's walking with his brother. He had his excuses ready, but I don't believe any of them. No they were placed to test my resolve, and of course they will...........well maybe just a tiny corner wouldn't do any harm, would it? No! The thin lady emerging from my adipose tissue, says "That is the thin edge of the wedge, fatty. Do not go there. Put them out of sight and go for a walk instead".
As I have often said before 'Il faut souffrir pour être belle'.