I'm back from my lovely holiday in Scotland. Had a week on Mull, got back at midnight last night and am knackered today as a result. We had a proper holiday up there, visited Iona and Ulva, went fishing on a sea loch, saw red deer, otters, seals and sea eagles. Am sitting here plotting how to get a holiday home on Mull now, preferably in one of the tremendously posh bits.
Have been so very norty with food. In my experience there are no fruit and vegetable shops in Scotland - in 4 years at university there I don't recall a single fruit or vegetable on offer, and I made up my daily intake in the form of cider (it is made from apples, right?) - and things haven't changed. In the last week on the old fruit and veg front I have eaten one banana, two small bowls of salad and a bowl of veg soup. On the other hand I have been given a bacon and egg sandwich on white sliced bread with brown sauce every morning. Swings and roundabouts I suppose.
Anyway, back to reality with jeans that don't fit, spotty skin - I'm 41, surely too old for spots for fucks sake - and a vitamin deficiency plus a car full of dirty washing, a dirty house and an overdraft.
Onwards and upwards, and henceforce Pony and her super-healthy diet will be my role model.
Thanks to Cheese for taking over last week's List of Doom - do you want to continue or shall I take it back?
Its been lovely reading the thread and catching up with everyone - I had lots of thoughts when reading through that have completely escaped me now.