Comfort eating competition!

Ok, Bev and I are having a comfort eating competition - I am comfort eating until Frankie gets his silver (and possibly gold) roof back again, and Bev is comfort eating to blot out the dire time she is having at work! Between us we ate a whole (big) tub of ice cream and flakes last night and drank lots of cider, which was all very yummy! People keep telling you that comfort eating doesn't solve your problems, but hey, it makes you feel brilliant at the time! Now we both have very fat little tummies this morning and fuzzy heads (not fuzzy faces like criminals have, but brains befuddled with ice cream, chocolate and cider), but we're a lot happier. No doubt the happiness will wear off just in time to start comfort eating and drinking again tonight, so we'll need to make sure we have plenty of supplies of mood-enhancing food to hand / paw just in case. Paul, we need more ice cream, cider and chocolate!