I was content in the knowledge that my sweet biscuit craving was to be immediately satisfied. I opened the fridge then searched around for the packet to find there were no Monte Carlo's in the fridge - simply the only place to keep them. OMG!
"Where are the Monte Carlo's?" I cry out. "Your children have eaten them" replies the echo.
Those meddling kids, always one step ahead of me.
In desperation - with my coffee going cold - I turn to the pantry - where the emergency supply is kept behind a glass sheet. There were no Monte Carlo's in the pantry. Even after I lifted some things up I could find none.
"Hey! There are no Monte Carlo's in the pantry", "That's right".
But there are venetians.