A Spartan horizon
Discussing various schemes with Lorraine. Trying to use this holiday hiatus to plot the year ahead. On a non work related note I have set myself a target of losing 20kg in 2011, and I will start this on January 4th with the onset of a completely teetotal month. Feel quite keen to revert to a vegetarian diet too. January is the Monday of the year so I think it's best to cram it full of Spartan stuff.
Then off to buy food for Calliope. Sainsbury's a ghost town, and the staff looking bleak. It's so lucky not to be working at something horrid between Christmas and New Year. Instead I worked on poetry for a while before shooting off to meet First Matie and her old pal Nick Moran in a Brighton pub. I last saw Nick in January as he was leaving Brighton for Bristol. Nick, whose birthday it was today, seems to be taking to Bristol like a duck to water and already has got a band together, and a viola playing member of this called Rupert met us briefly in the pub. Kate had brought Puffin, the calamity attracting dog, which is now sporting stitches having had a growth cut from its leg. Kate again thankful for pet insurance. A restrained drink.
The streets now ice free and mobbed with shoppers taking advantage of the sales. I tried to do the same, and went to a few shops, but lost the will to live fairly fast. Due to the increase in VAT tax starting in January, and the general atmosphere of cutback induced gloom, there seems to be an end-of-the-world-as-we-know-it feel to the Sales frenzy.
A quiet night in, watching Frasier and junk TV keeping out of trouble.
Discussing various schemes with Lorraine. Trying to use this holiday hiatus to plot the year ahead. On a non work related note I have set myself a target of losing 20kg in 2011, and I will start this on January 4th with the onset of a completely teetotal month. Feel quite keen to revert to a vegetarian diet too. January is the Monday of the year so I think it's best to cram it full of Spartan stuff.
Then off to buy food for Calliope. Sainsbury's a ghost town, and the staff looking bleak. It's so lucky not to be working at something horrid between Christmas and New Year. Instead I worked on poetry for a while before shooting off to meet First Matie and her old pal Nick Moran in a Brighton pub. I last saw Nick in January as he was leaving Brighton for Bristol. Nick, whose birthday it was today, seems to be taking to Bristol like a duck to water and already has got a band together, and a viola playing member of this called Rupert met us briefly in the pub. Kate had brought Puffin, the calamity attracting dog, which is now sporting stitches having had a growth cut from its leg. Kate again thankful for pet insurance. A restrained drink.
The streets now ice free and mobbed with shoppers taking advantage of the sales. I tried to do the same, and went to a few shops, but lost the will to live fairly fast. Due to the increase in VAT tax starting in January, and the general atmosphere of cutback induced gloom, there seems to be an end-of-the-world-as-we-know-it feel to the Sales frenzy.
A quiet night in, watching Frasier and junk TV keeping out of trouble.
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