Oh dear, there are occasions when my eyes are bigger than my tum, as my mother used to say. Meeting this morning for our Friday morning coffee and chat, I (and several others) just couldn't resist a cheese scone. Our usual cafe is closed today for a new floor, so we went to our usual Tuesday cafe, where without a doubt they make the best scones in Yorkshire.
I did already know that a group of us were meeting at our local Auction House Cafe for lunch (and that was only two hours later) but that didn't deter me - although it should have done.
In the cafe, where seven of us met for lunch (an old friend had come up from Oxfordshire for a few days, so it was nice to meet up) I did not feel like eating at all. But I succumbed to a gruyere, beetroot and orange chutney panini with salad. It was delicious. But I now feel that I never wish to eat anything again. I probably feel like John (Going Gently) when he has had a surfeit of Scotch Eggs.
But at least I have not succumbed to Black Friday and have given all shops a very wide berth.