I have a sweet tooth. A very demanding sweet tooth, and if I’m not careful, it will get the better of me and start s(t)inging from the rooftops if I’ve had too much sugar, especially of the ‘sour/fizzy’ variety.
Now this is a humourous post, or at least intended to be.
It will make no sense, is totally bonkers, and I woke up drooling.
Dreams sometimes have a way of doing that.
My Dream then (so that you know where I start).
I was in Dublin visiting friends, and waiting at the bus stop when the candy train went by.
Not a cartoon version, but a REAL train, with a steam engine and open carriages, each designed as a candy store.
It stopped some distance away, but I could make out several young ladies handing out buckets of sweet stuff. Not bowls, buckets, the size of a KFC bargain for 20. HUGE.
I could see tiny biscuit meringues, smarties, chocolate drops, fudge, jelly beans, jelly babies, all my favourites, topped with fresh cream swirls and served by candy striped apron wearers with curly hairdos to match the various colours of the candyfloss poking out of the top of the buckets they were giving away to giggling kids.
Yep, everything was FREE!
Obviously, I wanted some, so started to move in the direction of the train, only to see it pull out ahead of me, gathering speed as it resumed its journey.
I shouted after it to wait, the reply to which was that once in motion, there was no stopping it until it reached the other end of the line, but it would be back.
Watching my disappointed face in the reflective back panels as it chugged away, that’s when I woke up.
Hubby and I have only been to Dublin once, on a 3 day break, flying from Southampton.
Yes, we caught a bus from the airport to the city centre, but we don’t have any friends there. We haven’t been on a train in years.
Hubby was having an attack of the munchies the other day, and nipped into the garage for a chocolate fix. He came out with a tube of fruit pastilles, another of smarties and twin packs of two popular chocolate bars together with a sleeve of small iced buns.
Guess all that and with The Big Guy getting his Red Suit out of mothballs kinda jumbled up my head a bit.
My conclusion is that obviously the sweet things are only intended for kids this year, and the sure way of stopping me from having any is to take them out of my reach!
Oh well, maybe I’ll catch the train later.