William found this in his diary, written when he was eight years young…
Six days before her birthday I bought my mum a six-pack of chocolate bars.
Next day I thought it wise to sample a bar to see if she would like it.
Day after that like Oscar Wilde I thought “I can resist anything except temptation”.
The next day I thought I was hungry, so four became three.
On the Thursday I thought my sweet tooth would get the better of me, hence three turned into two.
Friday was my treat day so I thought a single bar would make her happy.
Her birthday fell on the Saturday and when she woke I said, “Happy birthday mum,” I bought you some chocolate but I think it got stolen.”
“That’s OK,” she said, “It’s the thought that counts.”
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