Stolen.

This weeked has had a fabulous start.

Why? because just feast your eyes on what I stole from an empty meeting room as I was on my way out of the office on friday night.

Cakes. Tempting Mr Kipling French Fancies laid on a plate staring at me as I walked past the meeting room. Take me, take me they called after me.

How could the occupants of the meeting be so heartless to leave them. All alone in that dark meeting room, waiting for the cleaner to murder them in an industrial bin ?

Is there no justice in the world I ask.

Its times like this when Stealing is a perfectly natural function (and is allowed). I did it for the good of human kind, believe me. This is stealing with no guilt trips or recriminations. Oh no for let me tell you I feel good about it.

They now sit in a sandwich box in the safe confort of top shelf in the kitchen. Im waiting for that wonderful moment when I will devour them one by one with a nice cup of tea. Ahhhh!