Friday, June 23, 2006
Friday and a day off. Hooray. Barring emergencies (in which case I get called in to do exam supervision) I should be off until Tuesday and, boy, do I need the rest.
Yesterday was the last day of the course. My doctors and nurses were in a complete panic because it was the last session before their exam on Saturday. I didn’t get any coffee breaks and lunch was a sandwich on the run. When they’d all finally gone home, I stayed late to sort out the paperwork. I arrived home feeling half depressed and half elated. Jim was at the pub so I had the house to myself. I put the electric blanket on and took a 500ml tub of triple chocolate fudge ice-cream to bed with me to watch an old episode of Dr Who. The ice-cream tub said on it, “For stress relief, remove lid. Serving suggestion: Put it in a bowl.” Do they know their market or what?
Actually, I didn’t put it in a bowl. I ate it straight out of the tub. Not because I’m a slob, (honest) but because I’ve often seen people do that on American sitcoms and wondered why. Mystery solved, they do it because they are slobs and because they can just keep eating without having to get up and go back to the freezer for a refill. You’ll be pleased to learn that I only ate the first inch or so but every mouthful was a delight. Now, it’s sitting in the fridge, calling to me, begging to be eaten. Jim is blissfully ignorant of its existence. Shall I mention it? Perhaps, but only after he’s just poured himself a Guinness. Nothing ruins the taste of beer like chocolate ice-cream.
Current weight: um, er, I keep forgetting to weigh myself.
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Yesterday was the last day of the course. My doctors and nurses were in a complete panic because it was the last session before their exam on Saturday. I didn’t get any coffee breaks and lunch was a sandwich on the run. When they’d all finally gone home, I stayed late to sort out the paperwork. I arrived home feeling half depressed and half elated. Jim was at the pub so I had the house to myself. I put the electric blanket on and took a 500ml tub of triple chocolate fudge ice-cream to bed with me to watch an old episode of Dr Who. The ice-cream tub said on it, “For stress relief, remove lid. Serving suggestion: Put it in a bowl.” Do they know their market or what?
Actually, I didn’t put it in a bowl. I ate it straight out of the tub. Not because I’m a slob, (honest) but because I’ve often seen people do that on American sitcoms and wondered why. Mystery solved, they do it because they are slobs and because they can just keep eating without having to get up and go back to the freezer for a refill. You’ll be pleased to learn that I only ate the first inch or so but every mouthful was a delight. Now, it’s sitting in the fridge, calling to me, begging to be eaten. Jim is blissfully ignorant of its existence. Shall I mention it? Perhaps, but only after he’s just poured himself a Guinness. Nothing ruins the taste of beer like chocolate ice-cream.
Current weight: um, er, I keep forgetting to weigh myself.
