Cravings for Pringles Crisps

Sporadic Sparkly said:

The idea being that I obviously dip the Pringles in the... er... dip, and then eat them

Thanks for that surprising and helpful instruction, Highness.

I had to say that. For all I know, there might be someone with a 'Special Interest' in buying Pringles just to look at them and not eat them. For all I know, they might have a room crammed full of unopened Pringles that have gone out of date.

Funnily enough, when I had a seemingly needless fixation about dieting (I'm 10st 8, 5ft 9+), I'd often buy some sweets, crisps etc just for the delusion that I'd soon be eating them(!)

Yes, I'm nuts. Or crisps.

For your height, it’s exactly the midpoint (ideal) BMI. I know this without checking as I’m an inch less than you and when I was 10 stone 7 I was also at optimum recommended BMI. I hope to get back there and I am making slow progress (half a stone lost in the last few months) but I’m some way off just now. 11 stone 12. Anti anxiety meds may have saved me at one stage when I most needed them, but they wrecked my already slow metabolism for good 

Ed Pratt? Somewhat unfortunate surname. For years, the now ex-partner of a neighbour had refused to marry him because she didn't want to be known as a Pratt. 

Steven said:

Mr Unicycle

Now I'm imagining you look like the guy on youtube who unicycled around the world! He's called Ed Pratt if you want to look him up. 

I can't see how having two adults living under the same roof is considered more of a hassle with regard to meals. It's only one more adult than you. Not like I've got 12 adult offsprings who all want to eat different things, and there's a lengthy queue for the microwave, or squabbles because nobody can agree whether to order pizza from JustEat, Fish & Chips, or an Indian (food, not an Indian person willing to teach me Bollywood dance moves). 

I can't see how having two adults living under the same roof is considered more of a hassle with regard to meals. It's only one more adult than you. Not like I've got 12 adult offsprings who all want to eat different things, and there's a lengthy queue for the microwave, or squabbles because nobody can agree whether to order pizza from JustEat, Fish & Chips, or an Indian (food, not an Indian person willing to teach me Bollywood dance moves).