Reading folk’s blogs can sometimes be like watching someone having a nervous breakdown through the medium of text and photies. I wanted to say through the medium of mime, I still think it fits saying mime, better than saying interpretive dance anyway, that would just be stupid.
My mental state has been altered by an entire week at home on the couch, all of it, all five days, the last two of which has been divided between DVD’s, online car chases against cheating bastards, endless cuppas and not switching my mobile phone on as I have a great fear of it and the people who might be trying to get me. Not get me in a mafia hit or loaned lawnmower that I should have returned ages ago and haven’t because I broke it running over a brick fashion, more in an actually speak to me and ask where the hell I am and why am I not fixing their pipes etc
However, the fear and the nervous breakdown have been tempered by a joyous discovery, that of Drumsticks. Yes, it should have been Holly’s, but I absent mindedly unwrapped it and chewed on it. It’s 30-odd years since I last had one of these and by Jimmy time has not dulled their appeal. Not for kids this complex tasting confectionary delight oh no, it’s filling friendly soft chewiness and diminutive size which makes it look unthreatening to waistline are surely for adults only.
Bloody hell I need to get out of here.