One of my Mum's rules about eating is the meals must take place within fairly narrowly time frames to be 'good for you' as in 'it's not good for you to eat this late'. Often, it doesn't even matter what you're eating, if it's not between 6 an 9pm, it's not good for you.
Since we've been here, we've lived a fairly irresponsible life, usually getting up between 2 or 3pm, staying up till around 5am and generally enjoying the fact that we aren't tied to any 'normal' timescales, but all this does mean that meal-times have become very much a theoretical thing, and despite the thousands of miles between us, I'm pretty sure that my Mum would have cross continental palpitations if she knew it was 2.49am and we've just finished dinner.
