Stash

I costs me 80c every time I go to the post office. That's the price of two postcards, which is the absolute minumum I can negotiate to prevent Ella from kicking and screaming while we wait for the "post office lady" to hurry up.

Today she chose a wombat and a pelican. By the time we got back to the car, she'd eaten some of the wombat and folded the pelican in half, but I didn't care because I'd just picked up a stash, a fix, Some supplies.

My mother in law sent chocolate in a tupperware box. Despite sealing it with parcel tape and covering the whole lot twice over with bubble-wrap, the Lindor egg didn't survive the journey so I held a little funeral for it in the kitchen while I was cooking Ella's dinner.

I then ate four squares of the purple stuff before wrapping the whole lot back up again and hiding it in the top of my wardrobe so I will forget where I've put it.

The problem is, I know where I've hidden it. Can you get hypnosis for this sort of thing?