Saturday and Sunday

Saturday

Breakfast: 1 pint porridge, 6oz bread
Dinner: 14oz Rice Pudding (and treacle sauce)
Supper: Yet more bread (though with butter - special workhouse treat!)

This is getting depressing. I was actually looking forwards to rice pudding as a treat. And it was, indeed, a treat, and I can see how it would have ended up being the major treat of the week as well. It's sweet, for crying out loud! This is a diet almost totally devoid of sugary food and I bet this would have totally knocked their socks off as well. It did mine! Having said that, it does feel like you have some kind of mouth problem as I don't seem to be eating a hell of a lot of solid food. It's like being six again!

The only problem with tinned rice pudding, by the way, is that there's no skin on it.

Other than that, the main problem is the monotony of it all. There's just no variety - three days in and suddenly all the novelty has gone and it's a cycle of samey-samey from now in. I'm only doing it for a week, and it's sort of sad to think that people had to do this for months, if not years on end.

Sunday - well, it was sorta like Friday, only with added Cocoa. Had first food pangs today in the bus queue, when one lad was stood next to be eating a full Whopper meal from Burger King.

We almost had the spectacle of me grobbling for a chip he dropped. So it's come to this. I am slowly turning into a human pigeon.