And Then There Were Four

I went to buy milk today and came home with it and a packet of hot cross buns.
Worse was to come. I succumbed at one sitting to eating two, liberally spread with butter and black currant jam. Of course I regretted it the minute the last crumb was swallowed and my lips had been comprehensively licked.
I am not a believer in bulimia so I will have to address this lapse in other ways. This will be difficult given that there are 4 remaining buns winking at me as I open the fridge. Yes they are in the fridge out of sight but not out of mind.