Oh, the shame!

I ran out of rice milk this morning and had to get myself ready and down to the shop without my normal breakfast. I don't do mornings without breakfast very well; I'm a grumpy little monkey.

When I stopped at the shop I was cruelly seduced by a tasty looking croissant that was eyeing me up like a cheap hooker. I knew she wanted it bad, so paid my dues and devoured her in a hasty, fervent passion. And then I sat there, surrounded by crumbs and in a haze of almost Catholic guilt.

I am ashamed. My soul may be forever marked by the denouement of my beastly urges. Will forgiveness ever find me?

Anyway, she was a tasty little minx but the moral of the story is - NEVER EVER SKIP BREAKFAST!