Chicken and Chips

I woke up thinking about them,
craving them.

I decided I’d get up, clean up,
have a light breakfast
and coffee –
coffee –
I’d run my errands
then I’d buy some chicken and chips
for my lunch.
(And maybe a couple of sausage rolls
for tomorrow’s breakfast.)

I had it all planned out:
I knew what I was going to eat
and when I was going to eat it.

Best laid plans?

How was I to know
I wouldn’t feel like chicken and chips
now that it is time for lunch?

Damn plans.