Cheese gives me nightmares

I quite fancied some cheese yesterday, so I popped in to the shops on my way home and picked up a tasty chunk of Cambozola and Wensleydale with cranberries, as well as a bit of pepperoni and some crackers. By golly, it was tasty. The Cambozola was smooth and creamy, with a tang of blue, and the Wensleydale was fruity. I was tempted back for seconds, despite my better judgement telling me I'd had enough.

Oh, I should have listened to my better judgement! I woke up at some point during the night, writhing in discomfort, feeling thoroughly queasy. Why does cheese punish me so? This happened the night after I got the Jimmy legs shortly after getting to sleep, waking me up and keeping me up for a while. I need a good night's rest.

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Tags: cheese, food, jimmy legs, sleep