No Complaints Allowed

Like some kind of cheese junkie I was feeling nauseous due to a cheese craving. I am tucking into a lovely cheese sandwich but will have to suffer the consequences in silence. Mr Pigalina has told me I can eat cheese as long as he doesn’t hear any complaints about my sore belly.
Curse you, you delicious substance.

Oh Cheese, I Miss You

Cheese, I have never had nothing but love for you. Why do you hate me now?
Today, at morning tea, I had some pizza bread covered in cheese. (I may have had a lil bit of cream cake too…) Less than an hour later my body let me know that it will not be tricked into re-entering a relationship with dairy.
Sigh.