"It's my jaffa cake now!"

*said followed by a maniacal laugh...I imagine.

I got up after a few hours sleep following a night shift (hence looking so rough -well that's my excuse anyway) and had a coffee with a couple (or more) of jaffa cakes. Somebody decided that they liked the look of that and made a grab for it. The way he was holding it made him look really furtive. We let him have a little suck of the edge but not let him take a bite, or whatever you call it without teeth.