Oh God, I've been eating too much over the last few days. And never fear, I am not on some freakish diet or anything. I mean I really have been eating too much. I just scarfed down two thirds of a tub of delicious, savoury, creamy Boursin cheese squares which had been sent into the office by a PR person. I spent Sunday evening lolling in barsine's sitting room with several chums eating my own weight in cheese, cocktail sausages, crisps, dip and hummous and watching the last five episodes of Battlestar Gallactica (so, so, so good). And on Saturday night biascut and I feasted on vast amounts of delicious Szechuan food at Jade before joining leedy and her beau in the much-loved Welcome Inn which was, to our pleasant surprise, actually open (biascut and I had gone ahead as scouts to check).
So now I feel faintly sick after all that cheese and feel the need to live on light food like steamed vegetables and rice for a week. Alas, I don't like steamed vegetables (well, not on their own) and in fact I just bought (among other delicious foods) an avocado which Patsington and I shall eat later laced with lovely salty anchovies. And that's before we hit the main cours – spinach and ricotta ravioli in a creamy tomato sauce. Oh dear.
In non-gastronomic news, Ju Ju is thriving and looks ridiculously cute and funny now that her earlets have totally healed and are all fluffy; work is stressful but just about under control; I have finished knitting the back of my jumper and am about a quarter of the way through the front. Everything's pretty normal, then.