Saturday, February 27, 2010
Running on Gas
Being a stroppy sod, however, I couldn't bring myself to eat toast without a smidgen of butter or give up tea with milk. It didn't seem to have any adverse affects either, my forays into forbidden fruits. Naturally, I haven't felt the urge to cook which hasn't mattered much as my eldest has spent a marvellous week with his pals eating there or eating out (mum, can you buy the pizza?).
I'm still off food though, the thought of it makes my stomach churn. Pity I didn't need to lose weight as food poisoning is a cracker for it.
I could probably feed the national gas grid too - I'm burping tons, probably enough to run three small villages. If it continues, I'll have to go back to de doc, I suppose. Maybe I should try and flush out the bugs with some strong alcohol. Drown them in cognac. What a way to go! There's three quarters of a bottle of wine sitting on the table that's been there since last Sunday, tragically. I'm hoping it's managed to hold up and hasn't died an over-oxygened death.
I was in Carrouf this morning with the boys. Both of them! My youngest is back from skiing, in one piece, and told me proudly that he'd gone down a black slope and has his third star. They talked me into buying all sorts of goodies I wouldn't normally, but then it's nearly the end of the holidays so it's nice to have something to ease going back to school. I thought I'd pass out a couple of times what with the effort of shopping, the standing up and all the people. I'm obviously not yet on tip top form and spent most of the afternoon in bed.
It's effing raining again so that's probably the best place to be anyway! :)