On my way into work this morning, I was reflecting on the fact that I felt rather too full and that maybe I should be careful to eat a little less cerial at breakfast.
By the time I had got to Victoria, the over-fullness (ahem) had gone and all was well.
A little over two and a half hours further down the line and I am bloody ravenous. Is there no happy medium?
By the time I had got to Victoria, the over-fullness (ahem) had gone and all was well.
A little over two and a half hours further down the line and I am bloody ravenous. Is there no happy medium?