Shot out of the house early this morning - no tea, no breakfast - to get on with some delivering. The need to get the leaflets out before the meeting which was mentioned prominently twice meant more than a leisurely hour.
I plodded on, getting hungrier and hungrier. Not a shop in sight, just doorstep after doorstep.
And then, as I bent down to deliver yet another Focus I spotted it.
A Mars bar - complete in its wrapper - lying on the step.
Clearly someone had dropped it while unloading shopping.
Salivating I pondered the ethics of picking it up and chomping through it. My stomach said yes. but unfortunately my conscience said no! The householder was amused when I knocked and pointed it out.
So virtue intact - but hunger pangs still there.