Food problems and packing
I have just fallen off the post-Christmas diet wagon in spectacular fashion. Using the excuse that “I need some change for a parking meter,” I went to a cash point and then to a cake shop, sandwich bar and sweet stall. And now the bag of fruit which was to be my lunch is sitting on my desk, leering at me. And I feel all salty and horrible after my needless bag of crisps.
I will try to make up for it with a run tonight, but not until I have done some leafleting in the Hilton Lane / Rainsough area. The amount of steps required to get up to some of the houses there will also double-up as some exercise, so with any luck I will have burnt off the excess calories by tea time, just in time to put them back on again. This diet and exercise lark is hard work.
Also tonight I unfurl the first of my boxes, ready to cram them full of the junk which currently clogs my little house and which will, from next week, clog my slightly larger house. I have come to the conclusion that I am a horder. I don’t really know how that makes me feel. Cluttered, I suppose.
Rick
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