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Snifflin', sneezin' and soya snackishness.

Himself is sick. Not in the twisted sense (although that could be argued on occasion) but in the sniffly, snotty, snowdrifts of tissues sense. He came home from work on Friday feeling fluey and it deteriorated from there. Of course, he still managed to make it out to Portobello with myself and Sister 2's Texas flatmate who's here studying abroad for a semester (she spent the weekend with us, we'll call her B-Dizzle)... apparently the draw of the Germans was simply too strong.

A good time was had by all, we did Portobello, Westfield, Camden, Soho, Carnaby, King's Cross for Harry Potterage, Chinatown and Charing Cross Road, all over three days. There was a lot of walking, and B-Dizzle proved her limitless capacity for "busting a munch". Let me expound. On Sunday, we got up and went for a full English at a local pub. B and I both went for the veggie option, and all three of us went for the extra large version of our respective breakfasts. We finished around half eleven and she and I headed into town to go to Camden while Himself went home to "rest" (which in his definition apparently means "cut the grass and re-seal the bathroom window"). We made it out there around one, where B bought a latte, then ate a veggie burger, then ate a Camden donut (for those of you not in the know, they're about the size of your face) then bought a chocolate bar to eat on the tube ride home. We got home and ordered an indian takeaway for dinner, and she did that one proper justice as well. I had been unable to eat lunch after the mahoosive fry-up. *lol* It's definitely not every day that I'm out-eaten, so to B-Dizzle I tip my cap.

We also hit up at least one secondhand bookshop in each area of town. B reads a lot, a la moi, and it's rare for me to find someone who doesn't just humour me with my book addiction and instead actively aids and abets my habit. Several happy hours were spent perusing the delightfully musty depths of shelves, and a few purchases were made. For my sins, one of those purchases was "Skinny Bitch - Bun in the Oven". I say for my sins because of the following: I've not managed to eat meat, dairy or eggs since I read it. That's right folks, I'm flirting with becoming a vegan. B-Dizzle was a vegan for a while, and read the original "Skinny Bitch", so she practically twisted my arm in two when we found the "Bun in the Oven" version for £3. I started reading it on the tube on the way home from Camden, and as it's a crazy fast read, had completely ruined my appetite by the next morning. Now that I know what they do to dairy, I'm incapable of eating it. Or drinking it. And I love milk. Well, I loveD milk.

Don't get me wrong. Jelly Bean was already forcing my previous vegetarian tendencies to reassert themselves. I'd also noticed a definite slacking off in my dairy appetites (even before the book), where before I would have put a handful of cheese I began putting twenty or so individual shreds instead, just enough to taste it a little bit. However, reading that book made my overpoweringly strong imagination kick into overdrive, and my capacity to swallow dairy flew out the window. I won't go into detail about what I now picture when I imagine putting dairy in my mouth, but let's just say you wouldn't want it in your mouth either. *shudder* So I went out yesterday and bought soya milk, soya margarine, soya yoghurts and soya chocolate pudding (because it was there and looked interesting). I had soya milk on my muesli this morning, and not only did it not taste bad (as himself swore vociferously it would), it didn't kick my imagination into overdrive and make me never want to eat again. Bonus.

The other bonus in the last few days has definitely been the weather. Over the weekend was sunnier than it had been, but there was still a definite chill in the air. Yesterday and today have been downright balmy by comparison. Yesterday saw yours truly lounging in the garden with a book in my pajamas catching some rays along with my vitamin D, and this morning I hung the laundry outside for the first time since moving into the new house. The moglets are soon to venture outside alone for the first time, I just need to get their tags sorted out in case Kit decides to attempt to take up residence with some random local granny who'll feed her endless tins of tuna...

Physically, I'm doing okay. Still have the nausea occasionally, and the migraines don't appear to be taking their leave any time soon, but I'm working around it. For now, I'll just stick with the random bursts of activity when I feel human, hopefully I can at least keep Himself in clean pants. *grin*

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  1. I love food okay?! lol I was definitely laughing while reading that food paragraph.

    p.s. My copy of Skinny Bitch is on its way to me as we speak.

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