Only a couple of days ago, i was enjoying a fine summery weekend safe in the knowledge that our fridge was full to bursting with strawberries and that my wife was going to coat them with chocolate for a mouth-watering sunday afternoon treat.
Most unlike me, the delectable little fruit slipped my mind until i was about to go to bed last night, when i was reminded by the words mmmm those chocolate strawberries were gorgeous!
Would it be wise to gobble up a few of them before sleeping?
Could i sleep at all knowing there were uneaten strawberries in the house?
I licked my lips in anticipation and a sly smile hovered around my lips for a brief moment as i relished the prospect of a chocolate strawberry supper...
Hang on a minute, what did she mean they were gorgeous?
Yes, you've guessed correctly, they were all gone, nameless people at our house having gorged themselves silly while i remained in a state of famine, well as far as strawberries go anyway.
I probably would have completely forgotten about them if i hadn't been told just how divine they'd been.
Before you rush to console me, holding me in your arms sympathetically, you can take heart from the information that i have this evening restored the natural order of things by indulging in a meal from Burger King and two choc-mint cornetto ice-creams, so although i have been deeply wronged, my belly feels alright.

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*gives you a big bowl of chocolate starwberries all to yaself*