Y'know when you come in from work and you have no idea what you might have for dinner. When you wish you had a chef in the cupboard who would say 'sit down...take your shoes off...in under 5 minutes you can sit down to a lovely hot home cooked masterpiece...' When you don't fancy fish and chips. When there is not much in the fridge. At all. Hardly anything. Well there is something at the back oozing a little but you don't know what it is and you're hoping that it will be dealt with by somebody else. At some point. But will probably be you when you're having a mad clean everywhere. When visitors are coming. Or Christmas.
So you take your shoes off and put the kettle on and then stand in the kitchen, and sort of look around.
Biscuit tin is empty. Cake tin is empty. You are a failure as a domestic goddess. But then you see that big bag of posh crisps. The expensive ones. That taste so good. Usually just a few is all you need with a lovely sandwich. Before you know which way is up you are standing in the kitchen with greasy fingers and bits around your mouth feeling a bit....full...and claggy.....and the bag is empty. 'Well that's dinner sorted then' you say to the cat. Shoot me now.