Poison.

Had a pleasant Christmas Day, all told. Heather was certainly overwhelmed by it all, so that was as it should be. I ate whole turkey or two, as dictated by tradition, and drank a glass or three of Bailey's, Sheridan's, and a couple of shandies (wimp!). But more than anything, I ate chocolate. Mint, orange and caramel, bars of it. White, dark or milk, I shovelled it all in. Bliss!

But I really feel quite strange this morning and I'm sure it's the chocolate. Is there such a thing as chocolate poisoning? I really do feel a mite queer. Dizzy and . . . kinda drunk. Still nibbling the stuff today, but now it's purely in the interests of science and not for pleasure.

Blic!