I feel rather like a fussy cat that’s just been indulged after turning his nose up at anything less than Whiskas. This lunch has just disappeared... completely and absolutely. Fresh vegetables and poached salmon flavoured with dill. The only problem is, I rather suspect I have died and gone to heaven or else this is a dream and I'll wake up to a serving of lamb pie.
I’ve been rumbled, haven’t I?
UPDATE: It’s been nearly two hours since I ate my lunch and I cannot believe how much better I feel. My energy and concentration levels have been boosted. I guess you are what you eat.