Staying with DH's family who are a bit weird about food.
We had a one-course Christmas lunch yesterday about 3pm, after which everyone declared themselves too stuffed to contemplate pudding.
It is now 11:30am the next morning and not a mince pie crumb, not a chocolate matchstick has been available for consumption since. There has been some vague talk about breakfast which has been on-going for hours with nothing whatsoever being done about it.
I am so hungry right now I am shaking.
To make matters worse we've just watched Bake Off like some form of torture.