PICNIC or PEAR?

Once again I was on duty, (not play duty) just doing a usual day of teaching. You know how it can be sometimes, when you have a day where you are absolutely ravenous by first break. There's no way on Earth you can make lunchtime. - The beast is in you! The picnic was in my bag (for its energy-boosting properties, clearly), but..... The children are all munching on some hard, some juicy (nevertheless healthy) Conference pears - and of course I love pears - I love all types of fruit(and veg, of course). I've even been known to eat raw carrots, mange tout as well as raw mushrooms and celeariac, after a bout of Jamie Oliver or Master Chef. What a dilemma when you desperately need that hit of sugar but the guilt of knowing that you are the role model (unenviable at this point). You are allowed one or two nibbles only. Ridiculously, you dip below your desk, as if looking for a paper clip or extremely dangerous drawing pin, that has gone astray. You ask, 'Why the stunt?' Well, it's one of those days also when you've got little rascal Robbie and sassy Sachia missing their play and you've got to have them! :) - Would picnic win for you every time?