..Caterpillars

I am a tiny and very hungry caterpillar. I have put down Vonnegut's 'Slaughterhouse 5' to indulge in a tad of midnight biscuit-tin torture. Of the, it's all the way over there and I'm all the way over here and it's not nutritious but oh there's ginger ones, variety. And also because Slaughterhouse was a tad dismal for a young woman sitting at a desk alone in the small hours of the morning, especially after the subtle romantics hinted at in the recently put-down 'The Little Stranger' (Sarah Waters, signed and addressed to me and consequently treasured!)
But yes, I am a tiny and very hungry caterpillar. Or at the very least am gestating a tiny and very hungry caterpillar. I have gained almost thirty pounds since before I was pregnant, and perhaps most irritating are those people who tell me that I look 'better' for it, with my general haggard appearance, hair I cannot afford to have cut and bloody great spots. Yes, I look fabulous, please, lie to me. It makes me feel great.
Ooooh, I am being bitter and sour these evening. Time for a ginger biscuit, methinks.