In which I lose a battle

Woke up ravenous this morning.

I had to wake the woman to feed me. I have an awful feeling that she managed to slip a tablet in my omelette but you can’t win every battle. The war still continues even if she defeated me in one skirmish.

I’m looking out the windows now over my realm, about time I got outside and inspected everything and, more to the point, I can see a couple of fat sparrows on the lid of the compost bin