Last Sunday while on our way back from the St. Patrick’s Parade (Photographs will come shortly) I was feeling like having a bit of chocolate to celebrate my first St. Patrick’s Parade. (Amazing how when you think of celebrating something you always think of chocolate! ) And the weather was a bit nippy and a hot chocolate would have been amazing. We were almost frozen by the time the parade near Pall Mall East was done. But nope…I am still on Dechox! and I haven’t lapsed so far. And Mr. M is making sure that I don’t.
And then this mom and daughter hopped on the almost empty bus after a tiring shopping trip, no doubt. I wouldn’t have noticed them except that they were seated just before us and (this ‘and’ is important) the mom opened up a huge bar of chocolate and broke a huge piece of it and handed it over to her daughter. Her daughter was already looking out the window so she had to nudge her a bit to ask her if she wanted that chocolate. And when she agreed, the mom gave her not one but two huge pieces of the chocolate and started having the rest for herself. Now I was watching the chunk that the daughter had in her other hand and was wondering if I could taste it if I looked hard enough and concentrate on it. It was that close. Realizing that I wasn’t responding Mr. M saw the object of my concentration and said ‘Don’t worry, they are going to get sick later on. You don’t want that. Trust me… It isn’t really healthy to eat that much chocolate. You are better off not having that’. I burst out laughing. He was trying to get my mind off it but I told him that he was being very rude and I have been that person who had the whole bar of chocolate just for herself and I have never gotten sick, so it isn’t true. Mr. M was trying to convince me to not feel bad that I ain’t having one when another girl was boarding the bus with a huge Toblerone in her hand. It just wasn’t my day, I can tell you that. I looked at her and at Mr. M and he immediately said ‘That is an empty box…you can just tell that by the way she was carrying it so effortlessly’. I started laughing out loud. Top marks to Mr. M for coming up with such statements at the sight of a chocolate to just ensure that I don’t feel bad about it. Then we went on to discuss how he came to that conclusion and why it isn’t true etc. etc. until our stop arrived and I bid goodbye to all those who were having chocolate that day.
At least I haven’t had days like that frequently. Small mercies.