7th July, 2009 - I have a problem... with biscuits

I have a problem with biscuits.
It has taken me some time to get to the point where I can talk about it like this. But it feels good to get it out into the open. To come clean. To get it off my chest.
I used to think that I could control it. I used to kid myself that I could open a packet of Rich Tea (Rich Tea! Even typing the words makes me shiver with pleasure still) and just have one. What a fool I was though. Before I knew it I would be lying on the sofa with a distended belly, with nothing but a few crumbs and an empty packet to keep me company.
I know better now. I know that I cannot sleep in the house as a packet of Jaffa Cakes. I know that to have one Kit Kat Chunky is to open the floodgates to a festival of gluttony the like of which has not been seen since Roman times.