Ground down

I spent much of yesterday with a low-level headache behind my right eye and felt rather down all day. Not depressed, but certainly subdued. Apart from the headache, which is guaranteed to harsh my good humour, I have to confess that I hit a wall in my attempts to maintain my diet. I do not want to see another cocktail sausage for many months, if it’s all the same to you. I got to the stage yesterday where I was choking them down and finally I decided that feeling hungry was the preferred status.

Going home, the fresh air helped the headache, but it returned once I got home.

Further attempts to find palatable low-carb food led me to try fried corned beef with baked beans. I cannot recommend it and in the early hours I had to chew a Remegel for the indigestion that followed it. magpye has suggested some sort of sweet chilli sauce and calling it ‘student chilli’ which sounds possible, but I am already pushing the low carb side with the sugar that is in the tomato sauce that covers the beans. I’m not being strictly no-carb, but it’s all rather pointless if I let too many of the blighters through.

Be that as it may, I didn’t even turn the PC on last night when I got home. We watched an old Jeremy Brett Sherlock Holmes and by 9.30 I was in bed, which ism almost unheard of for me. I intended to read for a while, but in the end I just went to sleep. I woke up a couple of times during the night, but by and large I managed to sleep through to just before 6.00 and then doze until 7.00 when the alarm went off. Clearly I have been rather more run down recently than I thought. Still, nearly the weekend. Apart from a bit of bulb planting in the garden, I am aiming for a quiet one overall.

Dummkopf!

I am going to have wander down to the staff canteen and see if I can borrow a fork. Or maybe I’ll just take my food down there and use one of their forks.

I have acquired what promises to be a very tasty Greek salad – not especially big, but it should do, along with the mozzarella slices I also have – but in a moment of ‘tra-la-laaa’, I forgot to pick up a plastic fork and it just isn’t dome to shovel it into the old pie-hole with your paws…

I must think these things through properly!

Noooooooooooooo

Much to my surprise and possible horror, I think that the impossible has happened.

I have just finished drinking a mug of coffee AND I DIDN’T ENJOY IT!

I think I have got fed up with coffee. Is that even possible? If I can get sick of coffee, can I get sick of tea, too? Surely not. What will I drink at home of I can’t drink gallons of tea? It’s bad enough if I do without coffee at work – it’s often the difference between actually doing anything and sitting staring into the middle distance.

Or sleeping.

Maybe I just need to find a different brand? The stuff I have at the moment is M&S instocaff, and not the posh instocaff. This is the bulk standard, cheapo stuff. Maybe I should go back to the slightly more expensive version, or even buy a cafetiere (sp?) and drink yer actual ground coffee? I don’t know.

Maybe a weekend of proper coffee in the morning, followed by tea the rest of the time will cure me. Right now, however, I’m afeared by the prospect of sitting in the office without coffee.

Gad; I need a Polo to take the taste away…