I've been sooooooooo hungry (and tired/drained/bleurgh) for the last few days. I think it's being stuck at home, crap weather, being cold, lack of money thanks to the Plague reducing Mr D's hours down to 1.5 days a week, not particularly wanting to be dragged back to work when Boris decides it's politically expedient rather than medically appropriate, Psoriasis flare, buggered foot...Ughhhhhhh.
I want to not hurt, be able to leave the house without potentially being questioned by police, to have the house to myself sometimes, to be able to go to the bloody supermarket and buy nice food and, when I'm feeling bleurgh, I want to be able to duck off to the gym for three hours of mindless, selfish me-time.
And being presented with bog standard pizza (which I don't even like) and some abomination that must be supposed to be pizza dirty fries or something (halfcooked potato and orange slime) for tea really hasn't improved my mood today. Sigh.