Wired

Everything was going just great today until I found the iced donughts that Jo had brought round for the kids on Saturday. They'd been shoved in a cupboard, hidden from view, as we only remembered about them when it was time for the kids' bed and we didn't want them riding a sugar high at 10pm.

I though I'd just have a little nibble, to check they were definitely stale and disgusting, you understand. Turns out they weren't and they were really tasty and fattening, so I ate one. The other 3 had to go straight into the bin or I would've scoffed the lot. With practically zero willpower, I think I may need to get my jaw wired shut soon...