I have not washed my hair for 3 days and my diet of paracetomol and Berocca means that my insides probably glow green. When I yawn at night, I light up the room.
Today is the first day all week that I've felt remotely human (a very greasy and pale looking one) As I managed to drag myself out of bed this morning, huddled under a blanket, I turned on the Good Food Channel and zoned out. When I came to, I had a craving for fluffy pancakes and cranberry scones. Subliminal messaging perhaps! Before I twinkled out, I was watching Aaron Craze: Rude Boy Food. The weirdest cooking show I've ever come across! Having 3 stars tattooed on your neck and wearing a trilby does not make you a rude boy Aaron...more like Blaaaake incarcerated. Anyway, as he sits on the beach making beetroot ice cream, whipping up some egg yolks he exclaims to the camera "make sure they're cooked, in case your girlfriend's about to drop yaknawhatimean?" Comedy gold.
Time for another Berocca and a snooze.
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