One Potato, Two Potato, Three Potato, Four...

Dear Stomach,

We get our allergy test on Thursday, so the excessive amounts that I am plying you with at the moment are only a temporary measure. It's a little bit like being a camel I guess, I'm aiming for two humps, stockpiling. You know she'll be one of those earnest types who eliminates all the good stuff. I'm fairly certain she'll try to convince us we're allergic to fun, but we know better. We will do as were told just to wipe the smug smile of Will Power's face, you know he thinks we won't be able to summon him, we'll see about that.

In the meantime, I've had a word with all my trousers and they appreciate you may put a post Christmas pre test strain on their bands for the next couple of days. I'm prepping myself to say goodbye, I'm fairly certain wheat is gonna take the hit, God love her if she tells us it's potatoes...

Yours sincerely,