All going wrong (in a minor way)

Cripes and indeed, Crivens.

This morning I decided to treat myself to a chunky Kit Kat to go with my morning latte. It’s a bit naughty I know, being that I am trying to shed tonnage and all, but I figured it wouldn’t hurt for once.

Well, the Karma Pixies certainly did their thing on me – I felt really queasy until lunchtime when I had my Greek Salad and Sweet Chilli Chicken. (Not so queasy you’ll note that I didn’t have a go at lunch). Any road up, I’m fine again, now, but I suddenly wonder if I may have lost tolerance for chocolate goodness. Probably not; I reckon it’s a one-off. I’ll know if it happens again next time, but that will be some time away from now. No point torturing myself with a diet if I’m going to scarf back choccy too often, after all.

Changing the subject entirely, I am reading and have been reading for a lot longer than I ought, Dodger by Sir Terry. It’s become a matter of pride that I should finish it, though I can’t say that I am enjoying it massively. I don’t like every book he puts out, but I almost never (at least since the early days of Colour of Magic etc) find them hard going. And this one’s aimed at kids or young adults, of which I am neither! I don’t know, it just doesn’t flow and the style grates. I wonder if it is the vague attempt to give the writing a Victorian feel, or whether it is because of the number of Victorian-era characters both real and fictional that have been shoe-horned in? I really don’t know. What I do know is that I am determined to finish it and move on to something more absorbing. The Kindle is not short of stuff that either Furtle or I have downloaded for future reading.

I have a hankering to re-read after many years, something by James Herriot. I’m not quite sure what, if anything that portends.