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I’m broke and I can’t stop eating candy

Every now and again you have one of those days where you’re like, “Why can’t I stop eating this candy?” or “Where did all my money go?”

Today was one of those days.

In all fairness, I’ve been living like a high roller, making it rain in Rome (and in several boroughs of east London). A couple of uber taxis here, several cocktails there, throw in a new bistro table and Swedish vibrator, and I’m spent this month. *Begins to tightens belt*

And can I just address the issue we have as a nation (my dear adoptive nation) with junk food at work? Donuts, cookies, pick ‘n’ mix, Haribo, French fancies. It’s madness I tell you. MADNESS!! All day, every day. Taunting me from the communal areas. Turning me into a sniffing animal, forging for food.


And then once you start eating all the food, you can’t stop. It never ends. MUST EAT ALL THE FOOD!!

I guess these are the days that make us appreciate the times when things go our way, when we’re able to practice self-restraint. (And when we’re able to keep a little extra moula in the bank).

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