With only a day and a half left of this fairytale, I've given up on trying to eat goodies in moderation and stuffed myself at every opportunity. Because really, there's no Pieminister or Moo-Moo's or Ben's Cookies at home, so I should eat as much as I can before I leave, right? So basically that's meant Pieminister and Moo-Moo's two days in a row. I mean, lots of people eat when they're depressed. And leaving England is a depressing thing. Forget the fact that crossfit is going to kill me when I get back, this food is delicious.
Also, I may or may not be absolutely positively refusing to pack.