I ate my way through an apple, a cereal bar and a bowl of sweet-corn soup.

It's that feeling of hunger bordering on boredom when you're home too long and then you start to walk around trying to entertain yourself with food. It was only a good thing that I didn't open my fridge and find a chocolate cake there because I am pretty sure I would have eaten in, in fact with questionable vengeance.

It's evening now and I decided that I will behave like a grown up. So I made myself some ginger tea and had it in a slow, calculated manner with dry biscuits. Then I put on a face-pack and read the newspaper. Now, I'll go and ponder about some serious stuff in silence, like bills and global warming. Or the rising food prices and the traffic.