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No excuse now!
Apr. 18th, 2008 10:36 pmLast week Charles managed to break my bathroom scales. No, no! Not by being too heavy for them!
I hadn't been able to use them for ages because the batteries had gone, so I'd finally got round to taking out the batteries to find out what sort I needed to replace them. I left the scales on a small table with the battery lid off. At some time in the intervening week Charles had moved the scales and accidentally broken the little doodad which is supposed to hold one of the batteries in place. I didn't find out until I'd bought two expensive new batteries, of course.
I really have to lose some weight, no matter how long I put it off, so I had no choice but to send for a new pair of scales. I didn't expect them to be delivered only 2 days later, though. They're rather good-looking Salter scales in stainless steel to match the rest of the bathroom bling. They have a 15 year guarantee!! They work with weights of up to 28 stone, so we should be all right for the 15 years!
I did try them just to make sure they were working, but I'm doing my best to forget what they said, as my official weigh-in will be Monday morning. Of course, as things do nowadays, the scales came with a battery already installed, so I still have two batteries which will probably have gone off by the time I get round to needing them.
There's no way I'm dieting tomorrow when we're going to David and Alison to share a superb takeaway from their wonderful suppliers, so I'm putting it off, in the traditional manner, till Monday.
I haven't decided yet what to have for Sunday dinner, but I may just have a free-range chicken so that I can have my last crispy chicken-skin. Sob!
John has gone to London today for a TA dinner tonight. I expect he'll be having the traditional rubber chicken, but Charles and I thought we'd treat ourselves to something delicious from Messrs. Mark's and Spencer's range of expensive ready-prepared meals.
Rather than the treat I'd intended, it turned into a martyrdom as we went round the shop examining everything Charles fancied. Almost everything had wheat or gluten in it and he got very bad-tempered over it. So did I, because there was an awful lot of things where we simply couldn't see why the product needed them and I began to suspect that they might have printed it on the packet, just in case, so they can't get sued. It also affected my choice, because I didn't feel able to have something I knew he would have liked. I had to get him something for tomorrow too, since John and I will be out. In the end the only things he could find that he fancied were all curry, so he's had some sort of curry tonight and will have another tomorrow.
Fortunately he managed to find a rather unusual curry we haven't tried before and seemed to enjoy it. I had 2 large crab cakes with wickedly imported, wickedly expensive, wickedly pre-sliced runner beans, lavishly buttered. We finished with a berry pavlova, which was very wicked because of my diabetes, but since I shall be eating nothing but raw fruit or sugar-free jelly or something for the foreseeable future, I didn't care for once.
Memo to self: Finish up the ice-cream on Sunday! Whimper!
All I need now to complete the bathroom is for the towel ring and liquid soap dispenser I ordered to arrive and for John to put them up together with the glass shelf which has been languishing in the corner of his room for months and which I want to put pretty things on. He, of course, can't see the point of such a thing.
My cough doesn't seem quite so bad now. I suddenly realised that it seemed to get worse the warmer I get and is possibly connected to my heat allergy. I've turned off all the heat in my room and had the bedroom window open two or three inches last night. I am still coughing, but not so often, not for so long at a time, and not so painfully. I bet I get it badly tomorrow at Alison's house; she always has it superheated.
With any luck, it will be much better by next week, and then maybe I'll be able to go to the Lit & Phil without worrying about annoying people by coughing all the time. I went to my first writing course of the term yesterday and had to keep leaving the room so that I could cough where it wouldn't disturb anyone else. It's such a lbooyd nuisance! I still managed to enjoy it, though and produced something I can work on, which is always A Good Thing.
Having the bedroom window open at night means that the cats keep trying to get out onto the windowsill. No matter how many times they find they can't get out because the gap's too narrow, it doesn't stop them trying again, just one more time. Morgan has a smaller head than the other two, so he can get his head and forepaws out to see what's going on, but today Phoebe has been sitting on the desk looking out of the window and beating him up every time he tried to put his head out of the window, just because she can!
I could have the window open more, but yesterday a soaking-wet Morgan jumped on my shoulder while I was sitting reading quietly and got thrown to the floor because he scared me and I didn't know what this wet thing was; he fell awkwardly and limped for a bit. It made me feel awful, so I won't let them out there now if it's wet.
I hadn't been able to use them for ages because the batteries had gone, so I'd finally got round to taking out the batteries to find out what sort I needed to replace them. I left the scales on a small table with the battery lid off. At some time in the intervening week Charles had moved the scales and accidentally broken the little doodad which is supposed to hold one of the batteries in place. I didn't find out until I'd bought two expensive new batteries, of course.
I really have to lose some weight, no matter how long I put it off, so I had no choice but to send for a new pair of scales. I didn't expect them to be delivered only 2 days later, though. They're rather good-looking Salter scales in stainless steel to match the rest of the bathroom bling. They have a 15 year guarantee!! They work with weights of up to 28 stone, so we should be all right for the 15 years!
I did try them just to make sure they were working, but I'm doing my best to forget what they said, as my official weigh-in will be Monday morning. Of course, as things do nowadays, the scales came with a battery already installed, so I still have two batteries which will probably have gone off by the time I get round to needing them.
There's no way I'm dieting tomorrow when we're going to David and Alison to share a superb takeaway from their wonderful suppliers, so I'm putting it off, in the traditional manner, till Monday.
I haven't decided yet what to have for Sunday dinner, but I may just have a free-range chicken so that I can have my last crispy chicken-skin. Sob!
John has gone to London today for a TA dinner tonight. I expect he'll be having the traditional rubber chicken, but Charles and I thought we'd treat ourselves to something delicious from Messrs. Mark's and Spencer's range of expensive ready-prepared meals.
Rather than the treat I'd intended, it turned into a martyrdom as we went round the shop examining everything Charles fancied. Almost everything had wheat or gluten in it and he got very bad-tempered over it. So did I, because there was an awful lot of things where we simply couldn't see why the product needed them and I began to suspect that they might have printed it on the packet, just in case, so they can't get sued. It also affected my choice, because I didn't feel able to have something I knew he would have liked. I had to get him something for tomorrow too, since John and I will be out. In the end the only things he could find that he fancied were all curry, so he's had some sort of curry tonight and will have another tomorrow.
Fortunately he managed to find a rather unusual curry we haven't tried before and seemed to enjoy it. I had 2 large crab cakes with wickedly imported, wickedly expensive, wickedly pre-sliced runner beans, lavishly buttered. We finished with a berry pavlova, which was very wicked because of my diabetes, but since I shall be eating nothing but raw fruit or sugar-free jelly or something for the foreseeable future, I didn't care for once.
Memo to self: Finish up the ice-cream on Sunday! Whimper!
All I need now to complete the bathroom is for the towel ring and liquid soap dispenser I ordered to arrive and for John to put them up together with the glass shelf which has been languishing in the corner of his room for months and which I want to put pretty things on. He, of course, can't see the point of such a thing.
My cough doesn't seem quite so bad now. I suddenly realised that it seemed to get worse the warmer I get and is possibly connected to my heat allergy. I've turned off all the heat in my room and had the bedroom window open two or three inches last night. I am still coughing, but not so often, not for so long at a time, and not so painfully. I bet I get it badly tomorrow at Alison's house; she always has it superheated.
With any luck, it will be much better by next week, and then maybe I'll be able to go to the Lit & Phil without worrying about annoying people by coughing all the time. I went to my first writing course of the term yesterday and had to keep leaving the room so that I could cough where it wouldn't disturb anyone else. It's such a lbooyd nuisance! I still managed to enjoy it, though and produced something I can work on, which is always A Good Thing.
Having the bedroom window open at night means that the cats keep trying to get out onto the windowsill. No matter how many times they find they can't get out because the gap's too narrow, it doesn't stop them trying again, just one more time. Morgan has a smaller head than the other two, so he can get his head and forepaws out to see what's going on, but today Phoebe has been sitting on the desk looking out of the window and beating him up every time he tried to put his head out of the window, just because she can!
I could have the window open more, but yesterday a soaking-wet Morgan jumped on my shoulder while I was sitting reading quietly and got thrown to the floor because he scared me and I didn't know what this wet thing was; he fell awkwardly and limped for a bit. It made me feel awful, so I won't let them out there now if it's wet.
