Food Fight

Today has been a bit of a battle with food which, through no fault of my own, has pressed itself on me all day, such that my stomach appears to have grown and grown: it is not really porridge weather any more but the box of Quaker Oats needed finishing off, so a big bowl was consumed for breakfast; at lunch time I felt I ought to eat at least some of the bacon dying in the fridge along with two aged eggs, so I combined them in a delicious (if weighty) toasted sandwich; at tea time the boy was absent so the normal three portions of chicken breast was split just two ways, in a tasty curry; added to all that was the normal Friday treats of a pork pie and a custard slice – and there will be no respite tomorrow, as it brings the Bishop Auckland Food Festival.