Today I managed to squeeze in a little norty before breakfast.  I snuck into the front room, and found the biscuit jar which had been left by the side of the sofa.  I tipped it over, got off the lid and took a chocolate chip digestive.  Ooh, 'twas YUM!  I also wanted a Bourbon biscuit, but My Mum found me, told me off and sent me back to the kitchen.  She told me I didn't deserve my breakfast but decided her life wouldn't be worth living if I spent the day hungry so she relented.  A minor victory, I think you'll agree.