An interstitial pint of beer is the one that drinking companions squeeze in between their “planned” rounds. I’m not a beer drinker, but I do find that a four-pack of rhubarb donuts has two interstitial donuts in the middle of two planned ones. However, now that I am a committee woman (Littleborough Arts Festival), I eat nutritious snacks (celery and carrotts) and only planned ones; never interstitial. I am no longer at the beck and call of those trollopey looking temptations (pink icing and red sprinkles). The line has been drawn.
As I promised, a blog a week until the end of Aug, but some will be interstitial types I expect.