Eat That, Mr Jelly!

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You know how most evenings you get that moment when it's

"time for a little something"?
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Maybe a packet of couple of biscuits or a bowl of cereal?

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Just something to take away the 9pm munchies?

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Well, of course, you and I know what I'm talking about, but it's very rare that

Mr Jelly gets late-evening pangs of hunger.

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(Clearly that's why he's retained his size 30 waistline, and I, erm, haven't.)

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Except for the other evening when he made his way to the kitchen to get himself a bowl of Cornflakes ...

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... only to find that a certain other member of the household had left only the dregs and crumbs in the bottom of the box.

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He was not happy.

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"Stop eating my Cornflakes!"

he bellowed quipped.

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Duly chastised I tried blaming it on boy*jelly sulked for a bit and then got myself a bowl of recuperative cereal

(although not Cornflakes, obviously).

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The supermarket delivery driver has just dropped off this week's shopping, and to get Mr Jelly back for the time he did this, look what is waiting for him upon his return from work.

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(I have included the can of Coke to demonstrate how gi-nourmous the boxes are)

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And yes - there are FOUR of them.

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And even better, there's a chance to claim a free box of cereal on each one!

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That means he never has to forego a bowl of cereal ever again.

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Not unless I eat them all first that is!

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