Woke up to have Mum screaming "Choose your carrot!" in a slightly geordie, slightly Scottish accent at me, while I tried to make my lunch without getting any jam in my eyes.
Feeling much better about the whole thing this morning, after the success of yesterday. Wasn't hungry when I woke up, and did't get a single cat hair in my porridge! (There was one in my tea, though.)
I feel very guilty every time I think I'm hungry, because I know there are so many people out there who are an awful lot more hungry than me. I at least have the power to stop my own. Which reminds me, thank you so much for the donations last night! We're half way to my target now, although I did set it deliberately low (hint hint).