Guilty Pleasure

I buy a packet of ‘extremely chocolatey’ biscuits and walk back to my office. As my chocolate craving intensifies, I try opening the packet to eat a biscuit as I walk. In my desperation to get to the sugar, I fumble, and the packet falls to the pavement with a crash. I stoop to pick it up, look around me, embarrassed by my greed. I catch the eye of woman watching me and she gives me a conspiratorial smile – the vagaries of PMS are clearly known to her.