Hello from a bright Crowborough.
Having recently lauded the benefits of cutting right down on dairy in relation to fatigue, I have now discovered my limits.
I didn’t want to heft my great bulk out of the pit this morning following several active days. This involved four trips out, a day with the live wire that is Rose, baking croissants, biscuits and a multitude of Cornish pasties is just about the maximum burn I can expect. The pasties are not really Cornish because, shock, horror, I put carrots in them. These treats are also for other people due to the excessive amounts of butter involved. It’s a sort of hopeful gesture towards hurrying up the flat move.
So I am happy to announce that I can safely burn the candle at both ends but not in the middle. Don’t you laugh at the adverts which tell us that because we lead such busy lives, we obviously need to buy their brand of instant microwavable sausage flavoured crumpets?