Was that a sign? If so, I don't like it!

I've just finished reading a mind-blowing email from my friend Michelle. She told me all about her plans for her Party Planning Company and the possibility of taking it to St. Lucia in the near future and lots of other things I can't tell you about just in case it's a secret. But she ended the email with the words "Peace, Love and Chocolate Cake". These were not instructions, but they had an effect on me. So much so, I had to take my 9pm self to the local Tesco's to buy chocolate cake and ice-cream.

I sat down to this late night feast of loveliness with a large glass of red wine and plopped my pink furry slippered feet up on the coffee table. (The children are not allowed to see me do this as it's supposed to be a household no-no.) Anyway, I didn't even get the dessert spoon in my mouth before I saw a moth flying overhead. I batted it away and the bastard moth flew right into my dish of sin.

I think it's fair to admit that a tear rolled down my cheek. Of all the places a moth needs to land... my dish of sin! Why? I had a perfectly normal working 60 watt bulb it could have flitted and flapped around, oh no, it had to wind up in my dessert. So what if I'm putting on weight. If this is a sign to put down the cakes, cheese toasties and deep fried chicken, I'd much prefer a message in a more subtle way.

A moth in my chocolate cake is no way to send me a message dear Jesus, Mary & Joseph!! Unbuttoning my jeans after a meal is a good enough message for me.