“Give me a good sharp knife and a good sharp cheese and I’m a happy man.”
― George R.R. Martin
I can’t sleep. I’m due up in less than four hours and all I can think about is that there is some brie in the fridge.
To brie or not to brie. That right now really is the question.
I’ve tried sleeping but I keep thinking about tip toeing to the fridge and cutting off a huge chunk of lovely gooey flavoursome French brie and enjoy every bite.
No. I cannot eat cheese at this hour AGAIN. This has got to stop.
My late night cheese habit is getting out of hand.
So whilst texting my friend Gibbo I drop in my cheese dilemma, hoping to receive moral support.
This is the response I got:
I’m not entirely sure what exactly he is on about but all I do know is I have him to blame for this:
I’m on my fourth piece now.
I’ve been back to bed and returned four times.
It’s not even my brie.