Today i woke up really really tired. I dozed off at 11.30 ish and the alarm was set for 9.30 as i had a meeting today so i thought i would well be refreshed and happy but alas i felt really dopey for the first part of the day. Running late for my meeting i decided to grab a banana for breakfast, low in points and probably less messy than an apple!
By 12.30 the stomach was just growling at me. After a few light jokes we broke for lunch and we went to a local petrol station that has a deli counter for a sandwich or a roll. There the drama started while i paced up and down and let people ahead of me in the que.
In my mind i could smell, taste and feel a 3 sausage baguette in my mouth but i knew it was too early for this kind of drop in will power!
“Toasted brown sandwich please with turkey and a small bit of mayo with brown sauce please”
“ya wan’ butta on tha”
“would i fuck”
“scuuzzze me???”
“sorry, no eh no thank you”
BUTTER!? god i’d love some butter! And while the lady prepared my delicious meal i imagined a large heal of batch loaf with real butter melting all the way through the the plate. . .
Onwards and upwards as I head to the till to pay. Knowing that this won’t exactly sink the pink i eye up the crisp rack below, trying to seek out anything that vaguely resembles a dull and boring packet of cardboard tasting crisps. No Joy. Pringles? Would i FUCK!
Manhattan Popcorn. Two and a half Points. Safe Bet.
I’ve never eaten something like this as slow as i did today. You really relish every bite. Scoop up every bit of dropped brown sauce.
“Im paying for it in cash AND points so im dam well gonna enjoy it!”
