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6th September 2016

An open letter to sticky toffee pudding with hot custard @ 22:10

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Dear Sticky Toffee Pudding with Hot Custard,

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry I can't eat you at the moment. You've been calling me for two weeks now. Quiet at first. Almost a whisper. Maybe once a day. Now you're calling me every hour. Sometimes several times an hour. Unfortunately, we can never be as one. Well not at the moment.

I know we've had meetings several times in the past and they were fun. We had so much fun. The pleasure you gave me. The satisfaction of spoonsful of your hot creamy goodness being ladled into my mouth. The feeling of your moist, sweet and sticky sponginess on my tongue making me groan in adoration and delight. But no more. At least not for now.

We must wait. Wait for the time to be right to recreate our union. For now, I must share moments like those we once did, however fleeting, with two chocolate hobnobs and 10 salt crackers washed down with a hot cup of chemically sweetened tea.

They're not as good as you. Nor will they ever be. It is my lot. My penance for our previous overindulgences in your brown oozy goodness.

It will pass. Like a really difficult poo. Eventually. If we're patient.

Until then, we must accept the situation we find ourself in. Please stop calling me. Allow me to mourn your passing like a 12-inch pepperoni pizza with pineapple and anchovies, 5 finger cream cake selections and custard doughnuts. Allow me to transition through the eating regieme I now must follow. Taunt me no more you sweet seductive Enchantress of Confection.

Fond regards,

Gnomepants.
 
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From:zoefruitcake
Date:7th September 2016 12:07 (UTC)
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have the bloody pudding! If you hadn't had the salty crackers and hobnobs you could have had the pudding!
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From:dr98emd
Date:8th September 2016 07:30 (UTC)
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I agree have the pudding! But is this open letter in reference to that thing Victoria Beckham wrote to her 12 year old self or something?

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