Why is it that no matter how large my lunch, I still end up feeling peckish in the evenings? Perhaps it’s the routine of having 3 meals – no matter how large the previous one, skipping a meal would completely throw me out and I’d feel like I was missing out. Despite the huge pub lunch Rob and I had today my mind keeps wandering to the kitchen as I sit here on the sofa. I don’t want a meal as such, but I do want picky food. The champagne I’m sipping as I type is accelerating my need to eat. I find that I usually want picky food when I’m drinking alcohol; drinks and nibbles go hand in hand, don’t they? Hell, who am I kidding, alcohol or not I can’t go long without nibbling on something. And on that note, I’m off to the kitchen.