I got home from work after a particularly hard day at the office one evening this week.

I was looking forward to returning to the peace and calm of home and was hoping for sympathy as well as a bit of being looked after. Bit silly of me expecting anything of the sort really as this sort of succour is rarely forthcoming in our house.

'Oh God, What an awful day I've had' I said as I stumbled through the door. 'You think you've had a hard day, let me tell you about mine' said him indoors before I could even start on my catalogue of moans. 'Mine was awful'. ' Not you as well' said daughter, 'I can't cope if you're both going to be miserable all night, I've had a really boring day myself and no one cares about that' .

Seeing daughter's day had consisted of staying in bed till ten and then going round the shops with her Nan and then doing her nails I must admit as far as I was concerned she rated fairly low on the sympathy scale, whereas I of course rated extremely highly.

Deciding the only person I was going to get any sympathy from was the dog, and only then if I fed him first, I gave up and resorted to my usual stress relieving measure of pouring myself a very large glass of white wine. This did the trick me made me feel much better about things, if slightly wobbly on my feet.

I decided to go the whole hog and indulge in a Cadbury's cream egg as well. I had been saving two of these all week because I am not supposed to be eating them on my diet.

However, I decided desperate times call for desperate measures and all that, and it seemed reasonable to use up a few precious daily points by resorting to chocolate. I opened the fridge. They weren't there.

'Where are my cream eggs' I demanded. There was a profound silence from the living room. 'Where are my cream eggs' I demanded in a louder voice. Daughter sheepishly appeared in the doorway. 'Ahh well', she said, 'Me and Daddy were hungry earlier this afternoon so we ate them I'm afraid' 'How could you eat my cream eggs' I cried in exasperation. 'You both had loads of chocolate last weekend when I couldn't have any. My cream eggs are my only treat on this diet and now they are gone'.

On further inspection, my ultra low fat crisps (half a point a pack) and my ultra low fat biscuits (one point a pack) also appeared to have dissapeared. Come to that so had my virtually fat free fromage frais. I was surprised as both him and her only like really thick creamy fruity fromage frais and hate the plain low fat stuff.

'Whose eaten my fromage frais?' I demanded. This time him indoors sheepishly appeared in the doorway. 'Well it's quite nice if you stir two or three tablespoons of sugar into it and put some jam on top and I needed a quick snack when I got home, sorry'

It's obviously pointless even trying to diet in this house when this is the level of support you get so I decided to have a night off, not that there was anything left for me to indulge in anyway. I think I shall have to start labelling things with 'hands off' stickers or put all my diet foods in a locked cupboard. I have got all this next week off work as I am taking a weeks leave so I will be able to guard things properly.