I have had “Is This the Way to Amarillo” in my head since the moment I woke up. Fortunately, I have found an unlikely rescue in Bobby Vinton’s Greatest Hits. Not that there is anything wrong with ‘Amarillo’.
Opened the cupboard this morning to only one scone left; that simply will not do.
Then I went to the food shop, and came back with this (and some other things).
I completely lacked any inspiration or even desire to eat lunch, so decided to select random things from the larder and see what I could think up – no skipping meals here!
I had a mug of coffee with that.
Singing for extended amounts of time can make one surprisingly tired. But happy. But tired.
The greasiness of the sausage roll made me need a palate cleanser, which I actually had brought with me!
Despite the best intentions to call that my dinner and be done with it, I did carry on working in the library, and arrived home after some hours, including a half-hour powerwalk, hungry.
Today’s food for thought: a reader and friend told me they thought I was a grazer – someone who eats little and often -, I was not so sure. Thus, I replied that my kind of grazing probably will not present me with a 100th birthday card. Time will tell.