EAT MORE BREAKFAST

Well. I've cheered myself up a bit. You know what I need to do?

Eat more breakfast.

It's occurred to me (my Mum pointed it out) that I don't eat breakfast, and I think (my Mum thinks) that might be having a huge impact on my mood.

Typically, I just leave the house. Well, you know, I don't just 'leave the house' - that would end with me arriving at work in my pyjamas, in turn, ending with me being sent back home in my pyjamas, I imagine. No, I get ready and leave the house and then slot straight into work like a cog in a giant game of Downfall, fully-clothed and almost indistinguishable from all the other slowly-whirring, caffeine-fuelled cogs around these here parts.

I sometimes have porridge at my desk of course, but I've gone off it lately, as easy as it is to make. It's sort of stodgy and boring.

What I need, I think (my Mum thinks), is a proper cup of English Breakfast Tea, maybe an egg or two on a muffin, or some marmalade toast, just before I sweep out of the house and lock the door behind me. That sounds swell to me. I could do that! But I'd need to be much more organised!

In fact, I wonder whether I should focus more on breakfast than dinner? What if the main meal of the day were the first one? What if you filled up before expending all your calories during the day, and then went to bed with nothing to burn off? Live full, sleep empty. Maybe that's it? Big breakfast, light lunch, simple supper? Sleep and repeat?

Maybe.