****ing cakes.
Yesterday I had four ****ing recruitment agencies reps through my door trying to peddle their workforce off on me and everyone of them brought a bag of doughnuts and some box of sugar filled ****e or other with them. I took some of the deep fried nasties home with me as a treat for the kids, couldn't resist tucking into one for myself of course.
Then today at our office some fat **** decided it was his birthday and bought a shed load of cake and stuff in as well.
What can you do, you go to the kitchen to make a brew and there the ****ers are? One custard slice and a couple of flap jacks later and am sat here wracked with self loathing.
thats not an easy demon to overcome.....i feel your pain.

