You guys know how I nibble, right?

Three days. Three days, I tell you -- three days was all it took for my great lovely bar of Cadbury's milkstuff to disappear completely. Thanks to the community spirit of two other members of my family, four dollars worth of chocolatey goodness that would have otherwise bought me two weeks of bliss has managed to last all of THREE DAYS.

My younger brother is now sanguinely asking for dark chocolate because the milkstuff was too milky (excuse me, but I never said it was for you), and I have since re-discovered my mother's happy tendency to eat chocolate by the square. She bites, chews once, and swallows, and there goes a whole square in the matter of one second. I happened to witness that as I went off somewhere else yesterday, with only moderate alarm (naively thinking: 'heck, I'm sure she'll leave me some in the fridge') -- and today I pop in to check on my chocolate bar and there was only ONE SQUARE LEFT.

Curses! My instincts as a horrifically selfish person used to watching chocolate diminishing a square a day have been jarred! Something is going to be done!

MY MUM IS FINANCING ALL THE CHOCOLATE FROM NOW ON. I mean, 3/4 of a bar in one day. It's ridiculous.