Another quickie?
Well, I promised you a blog and here it is. Maybe it'll be long, maybe it wont; we'll have to just see, no?
Rewind your clocks back to last week. A bit of a pants week, all told, but I've forgotten most of it now. The noteworthy event happened on Friday, so I'll go straight for it.
Friday morning was spent finishing up some stuff or other, I cant quite remember what now, it doesnt matter. Friday lunchtime was then kept for lunch at the pub, and along I went and had some gammon and eggs, which played merry hell with my digestive system - and continue to do so. More interesting is that the gammon was salty. Exceedingly salty. I know this is in the nature of the beast, but normally cuts of such stuff are desalted before cooking, or desalt themselves whilst cooking. Not in this case. Usually this would not be any sort of problem, but for some reason, this excess amount of salt managed to get me completely bollocksed.
I really cant explain it, but I totally felt as if I was in that first state of euphoria you get whilst becoming drunk, before things start to get a little messy. And *no*, before you all start pointing out the obvious, I didn't have an alcoliholicky drink with my meal, just some Coke of the brown, liquid variety. I was rather spaced out, everything kinda slowed up and I had to drink an extra few litres of liquid and sit down for a while before starting to feel normal again. Moral of the story, people: stay away from the white cyrstalline stuff, it'll rip you to your tits in no time! Plus it was not very fun. I'm rehydrating now, back on the caffeine wagon (no brown stuff after lunch) and generally getting over my episode!
Really quite sad, huh? The highlight of the week being a hit of salt. But at least the weekend was good, even if I turned into Mr Moody (apparently - but it's true) and got a bit upset with many things, but P is stalwart as ever. *hugs* tiger, and thanks for listening. Not much done, but then sometimes that is nice. I really get used to the 'not doing things' kind of life, which doesnt really help when I have many things to organise myself with! I'm just naturally wary of doing anything at all. Ah well.
Today I've been mostly cranking out experimental details into computerised format and typing aforementioned into rational text. That is about it, really, and tomorrow holds a bit more of the same. Have questions I need to ask, and spend my time making phone calls to lots of people too, worse luck. There's a big list and I'd just want to do it all at once, but life doesnt work like that *sigh*. Wish there was a magic 'click' to make it all organised. Never mind, I'll muddle through, as per. I always do, somehow or other.
This is becoming ever-such a little bit maudlin, huh? Well, no apologies, but I'll leave it there and ask anyone I know to drop me a line to make me smile a little (:-)......and I'll get back to you all too! Invite yourselves over for dinner, so I can make use of this space whilst I still have it!
Rewind your clocks back to last week. A bit of a pants week, all told, but I've forgotten most of it now. The noteworthy event happened on Friday, so I'll go straight for it.
Friday morning was spent finishing up some stuff or other, I cant quite remember what now, it doesnt matter. Friday lunchtime was then kept for lunch at the pub, and along I went and had some gammon and eggs, which played merry hell with my digestive system - and continue to do so. More interesting is that the gammon was salty. Exceedingly salty. I know this is in the nature of the beast, but normally cuts of such stuff are desalted before cooking, or desalt themselves whilst cooking. Not in this case. Usually this would not be any sort of problem, but for some reason, this excess amount of salt managed to get me completely bollocksed.
I really cant explain it, but I totally felt as if I was in that first state of euphoria you get whilst becoming drunk, before things start to get a little messy. And *no*, before you all start pointing out the obvious, I didn't have an alcoliholicky drink with my meal, just some Coke of the brown, liquid variety. I was rather spaced out, everything kinda slowed up and I had to drink an extra few litres of liquid and sit down for a while before starting to feel normal again. Moral of the story, people: stay away from the white cyrstalline stuff, it'll rip you to your tits in no time! Plus it was not very fun. I'm rehydrating now, back on the caffeine wagon (no brown stuff after lunch) and generally getting over my episode!
Really quite sad, huh? The highlight of the week being a hit of salt. But at least the weekend was good, even if I turned into Mr Moody (apparently - but it's true) and got a bit upset with many things, but P is stalwart as ever. *hugs* tiger, and thanks for listening. Not much done, but then sometimes that is nice. I really get used to the 'not doing things' kind of life, which doesnt really help when I have many things to organise myself with! I'm just naturally wary of doing anything at all. Ah well.
Today I've been mostly cranking out experimental details into computerised format and typing aforementioned into rational text. That is about it, really, and tomorrow holds a bit more of the same. Have questions I need to ask, and spend my time making phone calls to lots of people too, worse luck. There's a big list and I'd just want to do it all at once, but life doesnt work like that *sigh*. Wish there was a magic 'click' to make it all organised. Never mind, I'll muddle through, as per. I always do, somehow or other.
This is becoming ever-such a little bit maudlin, huh? Well, no apologies, but I'll leave it there and ask anyone I know to drop me a line to make me smile a little (:-)......and I'll get back to you all too! Invite yourselves over for dinner, so I can make use of this space whilst I still have it!
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