Porridge Taking it's Toll. (I LOVE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW.)

Oh my goodness. I just ate triple my weights worth in porridge.

Today has been a food day. I made sure I had a BIG breakfast...
I was in Bath, sitting at a table, with a white tablecloth, and a silvery tea pot and it was just me.

Just me. Yup.

I read the newspaper, with my tea, and toast, and porridge

and yoghurt

and fruit
and extra apple
and raisins and coconut shavings.

Ahem.

Well, It was a travelling home day! I had to stock my stomach up. Getting on trains and sitting down and getting off again is so much hard work. The energy you need!

But then, I got back and ate the most enormous lunch, and ended it with porridge (as I was *still* hungry) went totally overboard and am now, sitting here, at my desk cum drawers, monumentally stuffed to the brim. If I was a bear, a teddy bear, I would be bursting my seams now. Little pockets of fluff and feathers would be puffing out of wee holes, stitching coming loose.

Bath was quite lovely. (I am hoping to sound like a Jane Austen character here by the way.)

Yes, it was rather splendid. I ate, (again) some lovely food, and drank lots of tea, from bone china cups (I think), and I sat by a roaring (simmering) fire in a big chair, and read a WHOLE book, which I have not done in a long, long time...and in two days- this must be a record for me.

Reading really does want to make one read more though- don't you think?

Before I caught the train back I almost bought another book. 'Emma' in fact. J.A. But I did not. I decided to hold my breath and wait and practise utmost patience until I got back home and could pluck a pleasure from the shelf. You see, dear reader, I have many a book to read. They have all piled up, into some beautiful papery mountain range view. You could ski down these volumes. My mind has been too...

silly?

No, wrong word (for this moment).

I, and not my mind...I have been wasting my time, and not even really realising it. That is the regrettable thing. I wish I could have realised sooner.
I caught many glimpses of myself being scatty, and busy and tired and blue sometimes and ecstatic at other times (when my porridge had cocoa sprinkled on it one morning)- and I knew things were missing from my life.

I knew I wanted to read more, amongst other things (which I have decided not to go into here my dears). It was just, every time I picked up a book...it bored me. Or I bored myself.

I bored myself by not being interested in making things interesting for myself. By not giving myself the chance to enjoy anything.
I know, this sounds long winded, confusing, pathetic some might say.

Well, blow you.

I...

I just needed to take some time out.

So, a little mini break was what the doctor ordered.

I think I might throw up.

(No, not the porridge- my acute smug soundingness "A little mini break was what the doctor ordered"? WHO says that. Apart from the smug of the smug.)

No, dear reader, I am not feeling smug. In fact, it was a relief to come home.
(stop me, please).

Really...to see the cat, do the washing up balancing in the sink (and still balancing, got to get round to that still actually).
Oxford is beautiful, and being able to unlock my bike at the station and pedal home always makes for a treat.

BUT ANYWAY
lets get real.
Enough talking about tea, mini breaks and porridge smugness.

I want a debate!!!
NO
I WANT A DATE!

Yes.

NO!

I did not mean to say debate (as I am useless at those most of the time, unless it's anything to do with any of the smug above).
...Yes...a date might be nice.
But
I won't beg.
Not any more.

Sooooo....er....I'll be hearing from you then?


ENOUGH with the strange, bad
humour.

Hmmm.
I actually had a lot of very important and

serious

things to tell you. To say.
To express from the deepest, darkest, silkiest parts of my SOUL.

Mmmm.
ok,
thoughtful now.

1. Never buy tights, or pantie/panty hose from GAP. It's rubbish.

2. If you can help me set up a band, and help me write songs, and play keyboards, and don't mind being quite patient, please contact me. Immediately.

3. Can anyone tell me where the best time they have ever had DANCING has been please?
That sentence made no sense...so...

3. Where have you had the most fun dancing? If you live in America, I do not want to know, as I will only be jealous. Actually, if you live in Ohio*, then go ahead, humour me. But if it's New York, or SF or Washington or wherever is not Ohio, then please do not let me know. Unless you plan to pay for my airticket and will put me up, serve me tea, and tell me my nose reminds you of fine bone china.

4. JUST saw a man walk by my window clutching an old wooden tennis racket! AH. Bliss. The glory days.

5. Soy milk rocks. But an old lady with bright red lipstick told me not to drink too much or eat too much of any one thing. I have heard this before. It makes sense really. Just passing this nugget on to those with even less common sense than myself. (Alpro makes Rainforest Friendly Soy Milk)

6. HA. I SOLVED IT! Meeting a man/woman and falling in Love is NOT the answer to ALL of life's problems, questions, blah blah.

7. Yes. I realised, I must LOVE myself first.

8. But,
really
lets face it


9. All you need is Love.

and, drum roll please...mmmmmm, thanks, nice....

10. I just tried to put 10 in capital letters. Too much tea and fireside frolicking.

again....

10. Now 'they' are saying that biodegradable plastic type material will not do much to help the planet, and that it won't really solve any more problems. But I cannot help but want to ignore this drivel. I still think we should be trying to get to the root of the problem though... SO

If you have not already received an email from me...do sign up to this. I had a great 15 minutes of my life making a video where a frog sits on my shoulder and I pretend to be a celebrity.

http://www.rainforestsos.org/     (Look, it's STING!)

We need to wake up and smell the coffee/roses/destruction/whatever. Myself thoroughly included, so, I am going to try and make this month and the next and the next and all the others after that, Rain forest Months/climate months. I'll let you know how that goes, and exactly what I am going to do, because right now, I have no idea, just a will.

I am quite concerned.
Seriously. (But did you like how I went from talking about plastic bags to the rainforest? Hmm. Not sure what my point was there...but hey, don't you LOVE taking your NON plastic bags to the stupidmarket? I do. I love it. I love taking them even more to the Farmers market. And even more to the GYM.)

Ok.

On that sombre note, I will courtesy and you will courtesy or tip your hat, or haul me up onto your shoulders and take me to the best discotheque in town, and we shall dance the night away. I might be a bit slow to start, but once the porridge heats up, I'll be twirling till dawn.

All my love and sugar puff kisses
tea and tarts and hip wiggles,
explosions in the sky, big red hearts
my name spelled out in lights
you want to marry me?
I DO!

x


* Ohio references are only for fun. I love Ohio really. The Ohio people were very nice to me. I just never got a chance to dance there.