I was at home alone last night, DH was out. I am 35 weeks pregnant and feeling a bit picky/faddy about food. Was craving biscuits, went to our corner shop and bought one of those Mc Vities "factory floor" packs where they put all the different types of biscuits in one big bag for 99p.
I watched TV and selected bits of the biscuits to eat: the jammy bit of the jammy dodgers, the outside of the bourbon creams. When the cookies didn't contain enough chocolate chips I'd discard one and eat another. I've done this all my life with cheap biscuits - mainly the night before my period when I'm feeling a bit low, but it's more of a few times a year thing - not a chronic habit to buy packs of things, eat part of them and throw the rest away.
Anyway, I was left with even more "bits" of biscuits, not really anything anyone can salvage, so I decide to throw them away.
DH got home and saw inside the bin (biscuit graveyard) and went mental at how wasteful I am and how I must have an eating disorder. I said I knew it looked like that but really I was just being a bit indulgent and wanted the variety and as it was a cheap pack I wasn't wasting money etc.
He has woken up this morning still pissed off about these bloody biscuits. DH grew up in another country during food rationing, so I understand where he is coming from, but surely he can give me a break at 35 weeks?