We went to see Avenue Q in Cambridge last night and had Becky watch the bean while we were out.
While she was revising for her exams, she had a hot chocolate, two bags of crisp, half a large bag of chocolate mini eggs and a pot of custard.
If I had that now, I’d die from the sugar rush. Getting old sucks.
As a side note, that girl is going to break hearts, if she’s not already doing so. There are worse things to be than young, blonde, smart and good looking. Also, I feel like the proverbial dirty old man.