Wednesday 4th February. Bletchingley, England.

My cheeky nephew's first day at preschool tomorrow. Aren't we all getting old? Before long, he'll wake up one morning and wonder how thirty years have flown by so fast, and what ever happened to all the hair he used to have! I just hope that when that day comes, he can look back and know that he's made the most of those years, and not just let life carry him along on its own lazy path. It's something I've been thinking about a lot lately, as I've been writing about the different people I stayed with in America and Canada. Some people make for themselves the life that they want/need/feel they deserve. Others just resign themselves to the life they find themselves in, and spend their remaining decades waiting to die. That's a bit deep for me, isn't it? Must be all this candy I've eaten... flooding my brain with sugar. Weeeeeeeeeee!!!!

I'm having a good old fashioned pig out tonight. It was grocery shopping night for me.

"I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay,
I sleep all night and I work all day.
I cut down trees, I eat my lunch,
I go to the lav-a-tory.
On Wednesdays I go shopping,
and have buttered scones for tea!"
- Monty Python

I treated myself ('treated' used loosely) to a happy meal at MacDonalds before I hit the supermarket. One should never shop on an empty stomach. Between Macca's and Sainsbury's supermarket, I checked my emails at the anal internet cafe where they won't let me use my laptop. Lo and behold, I'd received a generous PayPal donation from a reader who has seemingly noticed that I've been losing weight. The donation came with a message that it was for chocolate biscuits and snacks.. oh, and Band-Aids. So in addition to my usual grocery order of fruit, nuts, bread, cheese, peanut butter, fruit juice and UHT milk, I've lashed out on licorice allsorts, a ten-pack bulk bag of corn chips, a big tub of toffee flavoured yoghurt and a couple of fruit muffins. Most of the above is now safely in my belly, and I'm waiting for the pain to stop so I can disembark from the sofa. I doubt I'll be able to bend over to take my boots off tonight, so will be sleeping with them on. Oh well, at least they'll already be on when I wake up. That'll give me an extra minute to sleep in. Now if only I could find my Pepto Bismols. *burp*

Thanks again to everyone who's sent me emails. I apologize that my replies are so brief.

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