Forgive me, for I have sinned

It has been 13 years at least since this last confection confession, but it was not entirely all of my own doing, honest.
It was a gift, and a gift should not be refused, declined, or ignored should it?
And I did share, so could I please say I only half sinned?

Oh the delights of the Mop Fair.

We ambled up tonight with Maggie, who was totally unfazed by the noise, smoke and hundreds of pushchairs and people.
The Fair is almost twice as big as last year, occupying an entire additional road, but still with the usual burger, hotdog and doughnut stalls (with the usual hiked up prices).
Burgers and hotdogs started at three pounds this year, and the doughnuts were five for £3.50.
Minions hung from the rafters, ghost trains and ghouls echoed in the smoke, and people were paying a tenner to be thrown up in the air in a ball on a reverse bungee whilst the kids were having a whale of a time on cables towering over trampolines.
Ferris wheels, Terminator rides (aka Magic Carpet when we went to Alton Towers), Dodgems, shooting galleries, archery, ducks, all the old favourites and all the excitement was there, yet the noise was definitely less.
We only took a fiver, no wallet or purse, not wishing to get targeted by pick pockets, though the police were in full attendance, as were St John’s Ambulance crews.
We walked up one side, crossed over, and walked back down the High Street.
Maggie had been so good, we stopped in the chippy for a small cone and a sausage, then sat on the bench to eat.
Hubby broke the sausage off in little pieces, blowing on it so that she didn’t burn her mouth. Most pieces didn’t touch the sides, and she enjoyed every mouthful, hot or not!
The chips were good, our first since June (pre SW). I should point out that we’ve had a good day foodwise, me having fruit for breakfast and stew for dinner with loads of veg.

But these are not the subject of my confession.
Oh no.
My sins were multicoloured and extremely yummy naughty.
But in my pathetic defence, they were a gift, an edible gift and a very acceptable edible gift.

If I’d had an 18g stick of Marge Simpson, it would have been 3½ syns.If I’d had a tub of 50g, it would have been 10 syns.
But I was given a bag of blue, yellow and pink candy floss, weight unknown (shame 😉 )
The yellow tasted of bananas (well, it’s a fruit isn’t it?!), Hubby preferred the blue, and we shared the traditional pink.

The last time we had candy floss was in Weymouth when I shared some of mine with an old lady on the esplanade.
See? Candy Floss is a sharing thing, so half the calories/ syns.
Does that mean I can have twice as much?
No? I didn’t think so.
(But I did enjoy it!)

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