As the afternoon wore on, my partner asked me, what I felt like for dinner.

I thought seriously for a minute and said ‘porridge’. He looked at me, as if I had said something terribly ‘politically incorrect’ and responded with a ‘what!!’.

This got me thinking…

Who told us about breakfast, lunch and dinner? And morning tea, afternoon tea and supper?

Why can’t we just eat, what we feel like, when we are hunger?

Our body doesn’t read time.

Peace and harmony to all

LoneWolf