it's yet another birthday at work, and this time the birthday boy has brought in lots of packets of the mini cakes, ( cookies, browines, flapjacks, caramel squares) and i know just having one of these should be classed as a treat but i keep going back and having more. I have no will power today i've not been this bad since before i was diagnosed. I just cant stop myself.
Roll on five o clock so i can go home.
Roll on five o clock so i can go home.