Is that my body thinks its lunch time at ten in the morning.
I am sitting in the moffs flat having another coffee and starving hungry, waiting to go out to attack an all you can eat buffet of this parish, while moff regails us with some amazingly odd stories of the exploits of her friends.

If I don't eat soon I'll die. And if I die I won't eat soon.

Despite the knackeredness I am having fun balancing a plastic sword tip first on my thumb, a skill I never knew I possesed till now, and enjoying seeing the Moff.

NOW CAN WE PLEASE GO EAT!