Chuffin' cake!

Dear god, if anyone had come into the kitchen at work approximately 2 minutes ago they would've been disgusted. I was disgusted. I just cut a slice of chocolate cake and literally rammed it into my mouth.

The woman that came out of the kitchen was composed, fresh and looking serious, as though I was an incredibly busy and important person trying to get on with my day. No sign of the cake-guzzling witch who had to clean up the crumbs and chug a glass of water to get the inevitable chocolate goo out from between my teeth.

The mental image of how a colleague would have seen me had they come in before I'd cleaned up should really put me off doing it ever again. In reality, I suspect the secret kitchen chuffer will rear its head at some point. I mean, it's quite fun in a way. It's a very lame way of being a bit naughty at work.