oh crikey nora, i finally get some time and appropriate frame of mind to write something and i realise that i need to leave in two minutes if i am to reach the fish and chip shop (the only food place on my way home, and yes they do know me by name because i am so damn classy) before they close and stave off a horrible fate of not just death by starvation but my belly button actually growing teeth and starting to bite furniture and innocent bystanders and then having to explain to grieving parents why their child has no arms and so on, oh the humanity.

(alternative horrible fates include eating yet another cheese toastie or going to mcdonalds)