I have just consumed an entire Thomas The tank engine advent calendar I had bought for a friends son.
25 wee bits of shiny not very chocolatey chocolate – pop, gulp, pop, gulp, pop, gulp , pop, gulp, pop x 25. All gone.
Well I need some comfort I have lost my voice.
A joy for my friends and family but a nightmare for me – the shouty one.
Some bright spark said go to bed and sleep until you feel better. I tried that but I can’t sleep.
I have been reliably informed that one of the side effects of the menopause – yes boys read the words and cringe – is ye cannae sleep.
If I can’t sleep. I must eat.
Lots.
Which I do and if I pause for too long
I become particularly grumpy.
Probably because my belly expands daily because I cant stop eating.
Because I’m not sleeping.
And lets face it – comfort comes in the shape of chocolate, cheese , rum & coke. Not necessarily all in the same glass but hey ho never say never.
Hell maybe it’s just me.
The fact is I am a health freak in a dysfunctional middle aged womans body.
There.
Spleen vented I’m off for another Advent calendar.
Peppa Pig where are you?
