The Chips Are Always Tastier On The Other Person's Plate

Message to men everywhere:
If you've ever wondered why the most significant woman in your life says she doesn't want chips (or fries), and then spends half an hour merrily picking them off your plate - two things. Firstly, it is a well-known fact that food taken from someone else's plate has no calories, and secondly, as I discovered tonight, the chips are always tastier on the other person's plate. Even if you've had your own, there's something altogether more delicious about an illicit chip.

It's been a truly...bizarre day.
I've been watching too much Smash, clearly, cos this morning I woke from a dream of a brand new musical. The songs have been bouncing round my head all day.
Been working of course, but Ma wanted a hand to shift some furniture at 11.30. Dad had gone up to hospital to have two units of blood and some steroids. I'd been back home less than five minutes when Ma rang.
"Just heard from the hospital. He's had some sort of...heart...thing."
We went up. What he'd had was tachycardia, apparently brought on by high blood sugar.

That was a slap in the face and a knee in the crotch, frankly. That's exactly what I had a few months before beginning this experiment. His is as a result of the steroids he's been prescribed to battle his leukaemia.

Sigh....and so the sliding puzzle gets a new square added to it.

Needless to say, my day went pretty much to Hell around the locus of all this, so I've broken my non-Monday biking streak. Damn.
Will be walking early tomorrow morning though, so will try and get back on the right side of the exercise-food ratio. Once visiting time was over, Ma and d and I went for a meal, and I ended up stealing chips off d's plate, and y'know what, I'm not about to throw myself in a lake of self-pity or self-loathing over it.That was the day that was, and tomorrow, said he, channelling Scarlett again, is another day. Let's see what it brings.