i wonder if the server in the cafe downstairs thinks it odd that for the last three days i have run in at 9.25, just before closing time, and grabbed a cup of coffee, a candy bar and a yoghurt-fruit-muesli cup (i like the strawberries but i wish they wouldn't put bananas in it, the texture is all wrong) and then dash away again. exactly the sort of thing that justifies my mother's opinion that i have no sense of a proper diet.