Marzipan and Cat Biscuits

The latest episode in my ongoing sleep eating issue.

I have been trying to leave the cigarettes in the lounge at night so I won't smoke in my sleep in bed. For obvious reasons.

However, my ever controlling subconscious likes to ensure that, what ever I deprive myself of when awake, is consumed/undertaken when asleep.

Last night I (potentially consciously) went down stairs for a cigarette.

It appears, from the trails in the morning, that I went into the kitchen and opened the tin we keep cake stuff in. There in lay a packet of marzipan. I also tipped the peppermint essence and blue food colouring on to the floor, left the cupboard open and tin unlidded.

I would deduce that the cats were bugging me as I was down stairs, as I then decided to provide them with some biscuits in their bowls. But I missed some of the bowls, instead scattering cat biscuits around the room.

The marzipan ended up on the arm chair and my cigarettes and the book I am reading came back to the bedroom for my waking time of 6am.

Stranger things have happened.