There's a packet of caramel waffles in the cupboard.
Best biscuit, bar none.
They're in there. I know.
And they call to me.

I haven't given in yet. But I fear it's just a matter of time.
If I finish Anna K tonight (it's looking hopeful), I'll treat myself.



Oh, I think I stole this idea, but I can't remember where from. So maybe I didn't.