Perhaps it's just my imagination, but I think having lived mostly on soup and salads for the last 2 weeks has had some effect on my waistline. Nothing dramatic, I swear: I'm still a long way away from reaching a perfect 10, but if I keep this up, I may get back to being a 14 (that's UK size 14) some time around Christmas. I do miss my rice, and pasta, and fruit though...Sticking to my two meals a day (one of soup, and one of salad) surprisingly has been quite easy, if a trifle boring. I'll stick with it for one more week; but once I'm in England, don't think I won't touch the scones or occasional fish suppers. I'll be on the move anyway, and something tells me it's going to be a lot easier nourishing myself with baps and baked potatoes than hardboiled eggs and greens.
My conjunctivitis seems to be clearing up nicely; just two more days of religiously applying the gel should take care of that little problem, and then I'll be right as rain and ready for my trip abroad. Now, all I need to worry about is what clothes to take: warm coat or light jacket? Sturdy boots or trainers? Skirts or trousers? And have I got enough socks? These are the sort of questions that can keep me up at night.
I've just checked the Internet for the availability of trains from Liverpool to Birmingham, and was much relieved to find that Virgin maintain a regular service well into the night (and that a 3-Day Advance Single will only set me back a tenner), which means I can take as long as I like exploring and sampling the delights of Liverpool on Monday after CoRo have gone home. I'm getting quite perky at the prospect.
Must start to stock up on kitty nosh this week.
My conjunctivitis seems to be clearing up nicely; just two more days of religiously applying the gel should take care of that little problem, and then I'll be right as rain and ready for my trip abroad. Now, all I need to worry about is what clothes to take: warm coat or light jacket? Sturdy boots or trainers? Skirts or trousers? And have I got enough socks? These are the sort of questions that can keep me up at night.
I've just checked the Internet for the availability of trains from Liverpool to Birmingham, and was much relieved to find that Virgin maintain a regular service well into the night (and that a 3-Day Advance Single will only set me back a tenner), which means I can take as long as I like exploring and sampling the delights of Liverpool on Monday after CoRo have gone home. I'm getting quite perky at the prospect.
Must start to stock up on kitty nosh this week.
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Ah. The weather. Well, I hate dressing for this kind of weather. I've just settled for being stoic and shivering. It's spring. ;-)
Me, too. But I'm not as brave as you, and don't do the stoic and shivering thing very well. I'm miserable when I'm cold, and when I'm miserable, I'll make sure that everyone else is, too; so I think I'd better pack a few jumpers and/or a cardie, and at least one pair of cords, just in case.
But the jumpers/trousers thing is easy to fix, what's worse is that I don't have a good, zippable spring jacket except for my wind breaker suit that's really for golfing. Living really close to the northern shore means that the wind just pours into my traditional jackets (with lapels) and scarves are easy to misplace (almost lost mine this morning). But the cold lets you know you're alive, at least. ;-)
Does it? I always tend to think you're a long time cold in your grave, so it's best to be all warm and snuggly while you're still above ground instead of beneath it. ;-)
Well, you'll probably not feel the cold once you're six feet under. ;-)
These days I think most people are cremated here. I know my maternal grandfather was, when he died in -88.
Hmmm -- I think I'll leave that decision to my next of kin (if I have any left by then, because I'm not planning on dying for a long time yet); I have no preference either way.
I'm not sure, but I think the majority of people here still opt for a burial in the earth (like our late lamented Pope); or maybe it's half and half. We have a family tomb, but luckily there's only one more space left and the chance they'll stick me in it is remote, to say the least.
So, I'll bring a little of everything on this trip, and if I find out I lack a certain item, I'll just go out and buy it. I could do with a top-up on my M&S knickers, I believe...
Forgive my passioned defence of fruit and my butting in to your diet... but I just had a very nice clementine :)
Normal service will now be resumed.
Meanwhile, I'm gorging myself on vegetables, so excuse me while I go in search of another carrot and celery stick. ;-)
I know I've gone overboard a little on allowing myself to eat only twice a day, but with a full-time job, that just makes it easier for me. Next week in England, I won't be so strict.
Now with this South Beach thing, after the initial 14 days of not eating fruit are up, I can reintroduce some tasty morsels again, can't I?