While sitting here, being of unusualbad cheer, quite stupefied to feel as
if I should have died last night in my
sleep; I suddenly remembered
yesterday’s dastardly deed:
The illegal treat I bought for my son
and me and devoured in front of the
library, made from flour and icing and
containing custard also, suffering the
consequences – I know
I’m supposed never to eat what I crave
I must live like a slave to a healthy
regimen and a certain diet – but when
I’m hungry and weak and it takes so
long to get to dinnertime
My self-control falls away and I
desperately seek a quick
pick-me-up…
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