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burnt conk
Ouch. I sunburnt my nose today at lunchtime and it’s really quite sore and throbby. I always forget that it takes about 2 seconds of sun to make me burn, why do I forget this? It’s because I’m an idiot I think.
I also think I might have rosaecea (sp?) cos my nose is red a lot of the time, regardless of the sun burn and I wonder what I’m supposed to do with that. Is it because I drink too much?
Oh my god. Am I going to end up with a whisky nose, even though I don’t drink whisky? That would be horrendous. Thank fuck I got married before I turned into the scary old lady I’m sure to become. Poor Bandito.
I’m glugging a glass of wine. I know, I said I wasn’t going to drink this week – believe me, anything you say to me will just be an exact replica of what Bandito said to me as he was bouncing out the door on his way to basket ball (puts on a squished up expression and mimics in a high pitched voice, COMPLETELY different from Bandito’s real voice) ‘I thought you were going to do a detox this week? I thought you weren’t going to drink because you want to lose some weight? I thought you promised yourself you’d be healthy?’ etc. etc. etc.
Gah. I am weak, husband. That is my only response.
I’ve got McDee coming round for tea tonight. It is physically impossible not to drink wine when I’m with McDee for the following reasons:
a) she brings too much round and always says ‘come on, have some wine – this is my night out’ etc.
b) she does not stop talking and so I have to do something with all the time I have for ‘listening’ (and by listening I mean going ‘uhuh’ and wondering if my green shoes would look nice with my black dress) and if I don’t drink, I eat and surely drinking is lower in fat than eating, say, a huge chunk of cheese?
c) well, a & b is enough surely.
So – I’m making chicken for tea. She’s a veggie. No, seriously she is. Okay, okay – she’s a veggie who eats fish and has just started to eat chicken. Meh, who am I to question? Even though when we were teenagers she was Militant Veggie – just a mention of the word bacon would send her into raging spasms.
And I just had a quick instant chat doo-dah with my luscious diaryland friend. I love her so and that was nice.
But still…ouch, with the throbby nose. Boo.
7:36 pm - 10 May 2006
