I was feeling lucky, now I’m unforgiven

My WIFE Debbie enjoyed getting the chocs — it was a romantic whim, they were on offer and I was in her good books. Cups of teas were made, and I was allowed to watch the Clint Eastwood film night. Debbie weakened after the first Dirty harry film and went to bed, and resolved to save her chocolates for another night. halfway through the second Dirty harry film I opened the box, you know, just a few, but I lack willpower — and finished the lot. This did not make Debbie’s day when she went to get the chocs the next evening, and I was no longer in her good books. Watching Unforgiven, though apt, was out of the question. The following day I bought another box to replace the first (they were still on offer), and I was back in her good books. That night we were visiting friends, and I suggested taking a packet of biscuits with us as a small gift. When we got home, Debbie went to bed, but I stayed up to watch the first ten minutes of Pale rider. The next day she looked for her chocolates to have with a cup of tea, and I confirmed her worst fears (Pale rider is a long film). To make matters worse, she couldn’t even have a biscuit. Today I bought two more boxes of chocolates: one for me, one for Debbie — and I’ve had mine. It’s late, and I’m just catching up with the golf on Tv. Now, have I eaten six of Debbie’s chocs, or is it only five? To tell you the truth, in all this excitement I’ve lost track. I appear to have eaten the lot. Can I buy a replacement bag before Debbie notices tomorrow? I’ve got to ask myself one question: ‘Do I feel lucky?’