I could see a fresh doughnut through the back window of a parked car. I tried the door, found that it was unlocked, and stole the snack. I ate it a few steps further down the road.

It was obvious that the family was puzzled by the disappearance of the doughnut when they returned to the car. However, I was not going to admit my crime.

The next day, on the back seat of the same car I saw another tempting baked confection. Without hesitation, once again, I reached inside to extract the yummy treat from the vehicle. This time, however, it was barely in my mouth when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

‘So it’s you who is stealing our food!’ shouted the overweight dark-haired woman.

‘Yes’, I confessed, ‘But I can’t help myself. I am suffering terribly from stress.’

When I told her all about my current woes, she kindly forgave my transgressions.