It's 11.45 at night and the munchies have struck! It's either go to bed now, or give in to a large bowl of crunchy nut cornflakes, or cheese on toast, or there is a new large pork pie in the fridge that is calling me, with a bit of mustard pickle on the side. No, I shall be good and go to bed now, peckish and with just a glass of water.
What form do your munchies take?
How do you acknowledge Easter.