I like eating. I enjoy eating. I enjoy eating more since I've stopped wasting the day with fulfilling activities and a structured work ethic. I seem to get through 2 portions of beans on toast and half a block of Cathedral over a period of 24. I've forgotten exercise, except when I march to the shop for my 14th envelope. No letters. No correspondents. Just loads of brown paper, clogged arteries and a soggy brow. I lost eating in the summer, but now it's re-emerged. I found it waiting it the back garden when I came back from the town
Yesterday I had 3 steaks and 2 bowels of porridge. Today I had 2 bowels of porridge, the aforementioned beans and chips. Now its computer activity while weight training slumps in the corner like a drunken tradesman at a tea dance. Jobseekers on Monday...I'll pop to the shops during the rest of the week.
How busy is everyone else.