The hangry struggle is real, ok.

Don’t even pretend like it has never happened to you. You’re out at a restaurant, a little later than usual as is, and are completely ravenous. You tenaciously order your favourite linguine without a second look at the menu. And then the waiting begins.

You know that feeling you get when an hour later your meal is nowhere to be seen? Like you could actually grab a fork and stab it into your partner’s eye if they ask you one more time whether you want some of their leftover trail mix. Yeah, that is hangry.

I really, really love winter.

It is a time when you can sip delicious hot drinks, and down lamb shanks and apple crumble like it’s nobody’s business.

Soon you are a festive three or four kilos heavier. But not to worry, long cosy trench coasts and firming black tights have a magical way of hiding all manner of sins.