Jebus telling me to go on a diet

I've just tried to get a packet of Quavers from my company's vending machine.  The machine didn't revolve the corkscrew enough so some lucky git is going to get two bags.  Doh!

Thy Lord moveth in mysterious ways

I found a bird poo stained pound coin right outside my front door this morning, coincidentally for breakfast at work this morning we have Belgian waffles with blueberries and creme for £1.

I'm taking that as a sign that Jebus wants me to stuff my face with one.