How I wish I had the technical prowess to be able to post lovely photos of things I was about to eat and share after a romantic few days in the city… however… I’m too busy cooking or doing something somewhere for someone to stop and photograph it. I should change my habits, I know, and in any event, computers and I are not good bedfellows.
Chez 191 we are on a cost-cutting mission… Stuart has turned the heating down a degree (or so he tells me…) so we are now having to find our woollens and thermals and pile them on with gay abandon. I note that in my Sam’s post he details his poor health. I do hope there is not correlation between that and the arctic conditions prevalent in our abode! I do keep supplying him with tonics (no gin – that’s for me!), hot water bottles and cups of tea (although I do warn him of his caffeine intake and its tendency to inhibit the absorption of iron… Heavens to Betsy, what it must be like, living with me?!)
Stuart and I are trying the ‘No Carb’ diet for two days in order to cut down our levels of insulin. Well, I am on a mission to cut down my insulin levels but Stuart admits he has a few pounds to lose (in the weight department, not the monetary one!) I found it incredibly difficult at first but it is getting easier… we British are simply not used to steamed fish and veg first thing in the morning, are we? We prefer something of a sugary nature…
Also, Chez the Greens, we are embarking on a couple of business ventures… actually, they are ventures of mine that I have been meaning to initiate but hadn’t got around to it. Needs must and all that… I am now the proud owner of an English Tutor website (and a parenting website is on the way!). I suppose I should be extra careful with my grammar and my punctuation. I do love those dots ‘though…… as I always have far more to say on the subject but, thankfully for the readership, not enough time to say it.
Needless to say, if you know anyone who would like English tuition to GCSE and A-Level or some parenting advice from Sara the Parenting Guru then pass on my details. Refer them to this site. They can get a feel for the lady and the family and make their own decision.
Now I need to go back to my copy. This, it would seem, is a term used for the writing that you put at the side of a carefully crafted photo of oneself designed to show one at one’s best. The still life I can do. I notice, ‘though, that Stuart has posted up some video and, necessarily, has paused it on an unfortunate picture of me manipulating my mouth in such a way that I could be related to a creature called Ned (whose relatives seem to be making regular appearances in pies and bolognese!). I had no idea, hitherto, that I had a slant of the mouth. How crushing real footage of oneself can be. I also detect the sign of at least two speech impediments in my discourse about the faultless way in which I will motivate your children to achieve a higher grade.
I have decided to air my hair. For those readers who are not familiar with my medical circumstances, suffice to say, I have had some bone-startling poison pumped through to rid myself of a rather annoying preponderance of ill-informed cells. Fortunately, said poison has deleted said cells but taken with it my crowning glory! I now resemble an aging Action Man (do they still make those?) and have, hitherto, chosen to wear an adornment such as a scarf or, dare I mention… a hairpiece! I daren’t mention the actual word as it brings a terror to the faces of my children so we tiptoe around the edges and I wear a lot of woolly hats (handy, ’cause with our new temperatures, they are a must now rather than a lifestyle choice). Anyway, I have decided to air my hair whilst I write my copy. There is a chill wind blowing from the North and the copy is is beginning to gather ice around the edges. Poor old Mr Fiennes on his quest to traipse through all that snow. He has been defeated by the removal of his glove and the ensuing frostbite. I know exactly how he feels. The removal of my hairpiece has halted me in my tracks, there is a whistling wind around my ears and my brain has gone in to ‘sleep mode’. I’m off to summon the helicopter to lift me up (note a helicopter not a hot air balloon…) The copy has frozen. Much like my computer.