Despite this morning achieving a long wished for PAG that could choke a stoat I managed to ruin it all by doing something stupid like eat Kingsley's.
Ah Kingsleys, the McDowells of the KFC world. Where transfats are embraced not spurned. Where people know exactly what they're getting and they're not a afraid to take a number and wait 10 minutes to get it.
I didn't eat anything today except porridge and two fun sized mars bars (the latter when I realised I forgot to eat lunch). And when rumble tummied it tends to drive away the normal 'dive, dive, dive' klaxon alarm bells that trigger when near such naughty foods like Kingsley's chicken.
So I gots me a large chips, their evil gravy, and their insidious chicken fillet burgers. They were delish. And now I am paying for it, having gobbled some pain killers.
Stupid Kingleys. Correction. Stupid me.
(holds guts, moaning, says in soft voice ... it was worth it)