Sleepy

This is a short entry because we are going to have an early night.

I have not been to work, but I have had more than enough of the weekend all the same. We have been very busy, and I am tired.

I have discovered that halloumi is better eaten cooked.

It does not surprise me to hear that there are ways of making it better, otherwise it would probably not be considered a foodstuff at all. It turns out that it is best fried, usually in olive oil.

Since this ruins its qualification as a potential health food I shall probably not bother again. Fried cheese cannot be considered the stuff of diets no matter how optimistically I consider it.

I am not on a diet. I am trying to improve our eating pattern. At the moment our eating pattern incorporates several sorts of cake every day, some of it covered in butter. This is not the sort of thing that you would confess to your doctor if they were making you fill in one of those junk food diaries that the NHS likes so much.

I am not improving our eating out of any concern for our health. The thing is that at the moment I have gone off cake a bit. The bits in our picnics that I like the best are the melon and the raw vegetables.

I do not think this is because I am trying to get fit. I think it is because the seasonal flu plague has consumed all of my Vitamin C and I am now deficient in the right sort of minerals for building a Healthy Mind And Body. I need these more than usual at the moment anyway because of the dreadful pre-bleep-test-fitness regime.

With this in mind we trotted energetically up the fell again this morning. Mark is enjoying the exercise very much. His legs are longer than mine, which has presented me with a new level of exercise challenge. I shall not be sorry when he goes back to work tomorrow.

My muscles are all terribly stiff now. I could not go to the gym tonight because of taking the children back to school.

I was secretly massively relieved about this.

Mark went to work and I took the children back to York. This took ages, because of York being a hundred miles away, and when I got back the gym was shut.

When I got home Mark had not only been to work, but he had emptied the dogs and tidied up as well. He suggested that since the gym was shut we might fritter away some of our weekend takings on something nice instead.

We went to the bistro across the road and had a large glass of wine.

This made me feel very intoxicated and wicked at first.

After about fifteen minutes it made me feel intoxicated and sleepy.

We staggered back home and in to the shower.

I have tried to write more, and coherently, but my eyes are gritty and closing. I am going to give in.

Goodnight.