A FAMILY are unable to stop eating handfuls of turkey, mince pies and Quality Street despite not being remotely hungry.
The O’Connors developed the problem on Christmas afternoon as one by one they felt their unwilling fingers reaching out for another After Eight as if propelled by magical forces.
Dad Oliver said: “It came over me so quickly. One minute I was saying I was so full I’d never eat again, and quarter of an hour later I’d unknowingly shoved five mini yule logs down my throat.
“Since then, I can’t do anything without a handful of cheesy footballs or chocolate fingers on hand. Last night I got up for a piss and instead found myself in the kitchen gorging on cold pigs-in-blankets.
“Do I need to eat a fig and sultana cracker smeared with pâté and topped with Brie and piccalilli? No, it’s obviously disgusting, but I can’t stop.
“We’re eating ourselves out of house and home. All we’ve got left is three plates of turkey, a freezer full of Aldi canapés, a tupperware of cake, six tins of biscuits and a whole ham.”