Just me that remembers the C&C Music Factory? Possibly. Even though I have to admit this is the only song of theirs I recall – its quirkiness appealed…. Although it never did make it on to my ipod: I think it’s best left in the 1990s.
My big learning point for the weekend has been learning to interpret a book description which claimed it was the ‘adult Twilight. Oh! THAT sort of adult. Blush. I honestly dread to think what Amazon are going to be recommending me from hereon in. I actually decided to read an old book afterwards for safety’s sake. I know it won’t suddenly launch into graphic description. (Btw, why are heroines always petite and heroes so tall and protective? I don’t think I’d stand much chance against baddies – am I not worth protecting (Don’t answer that!))
I bought some tights from JL. Opaques. I bought XL and was bemused to find that they had an additional Y shaped panel in the body bit. I studied them. I decided to put the panel at the back, feeling that my arse possibly needed the room. The seams rubbed horribly. I turned them around in our squalid work loo: less rubbing but seriously not comfy. That was a waste of £12. What peculiar things.
My world seems to be contracting. I think that’s why my last post was so yawn-inducingly dull. It’s the time of year (I hope). To illustrate my point, my weekend consisted of working Friday night – Saturday morning (and being unable to sleep), an amazing pizza on Saturday lunchtime and a migraine all day on Sunday. And I read 3 complete books and two partial books. Maybe it’s because it’s cold and dark and money is tight, but I seem to be engaging with the world in general far less. And the less I do, the less I want to do. Of course, no-one can engage with a migraine in any case. And I suspect that was prompted by too little sleep on Friday night - although you can never be sure where they come from.
I am trying not to eat as I type. It’s a starve day but I am really very, very starving. And with just a piece of fish and a courgette to look forward to. I’m not usually quite this hungry. I may eat my colleague if I lose control – although she’s so bony I think she’d be the human equivalent of whitebait.