Caught in the Act

The engineer arrived at my house early this morning to take away my washing machine.
To unplug it, he had to delve into a cupboard and there he discovered my stash of chocolate!
Oh help!
As he pulled it out, I watched it multiply into a mountain range.
'I'm a children's writer,' I said, gazing at the brightly coloured packages, trying to lessen my guilt, 'I get very stressed if a book isn't going well.'
He gave me a funny look, then turned his eye to the mound of, shall we say it, "that stuff that stays a moment in your mouth and a lifetime on your hips."
No doubt he was thinking - she either writes a lot of books or spends every hour awake being stressed.

THEN HE PULLED OUT THE WASHING MACHINE and sixteen years worth of frozen peas, peanuts, and dried up raisins came with it + a handful of dead flies and spiders.

Now, I am so stressed at being found delinquent in the housekeeping area ... I need to delve into that cupboard again.
PS: I only hope he didn't count the number of bars before he left because he is returning in a couple of days with my mended machine.
PPS: I'd better hurry out to the shops and replace the ones I've just eaten.