The Blur

Errr....yeah. So that week happened.

Lots of Stuff, I guess, have happened, but Zhooom! - and here we are.

Let's see - at some point in the last week, we had elections and the whole freakin' country apparently went insane, voting for right wing asshat-parties. What surprised me about the ballot paper in my town - the oldest Socialist constituency in Britain - was the sheer number and diversity of asshat-parties. We had the United Kingdom Independence Party (UKIP), who take asshattery to whole new levels, akin to the Tea Party, we had Britain First, which says pretty much all you need to know, we had the British National Party, basically fascists without foolishness. The only thing I could thing was "Where are we getting all these asshats from?"
A pal of mine, Joe, said it would be awkward that I called them names if it turned out some of my friends had voted for the asshat-parties. Bottom line, some of my friends probably did. I don't wanna know - you're free to be an asshat in your own time, and what passes between you and your ballot box is one of the groovier secrets for which people have fought, suffered and died in history. If you wanna tell me you voted that way, feel free. I'll call you an asshat, you can tell me to go fuck myself, and we'll move right the hell along.

Friday I got likened to Thrush by some Merthyr-Patriots in an online group (extremely irritating and hard to get rid of) for daring to say the town wasn't all goodness and sweetness and light. I gave some examples from my personal history in a discussion and was accused of using the group as personal therapy. I was about to explain that nono, I have a blog for that, when I was summarily banned for basically pissing on their Merthyr Pride parade.

Next!

Next was where the fun began. Next was Saturday. Spent the majority of Saturday editing a truly great book - honestly, if I had my own publishing house, this one would come hot off the presses. But I don't, so I'm just editing it. Oddly enough for a book I'm enjoying so much, it's taking for-freakin-ever. Might be a case of not wanting to get to the end of it. Great for personal reading, unecomical as an editing project. d and I were both knackered at the end of the day, so we got fish, and in my case chips, from the local chippy for dinner.
Sunday - Saundersfoot. The Great British Seaside in what was supposed to be - and I gather, elsewhere was - the pissing rain. All I can tell you is if it rained on you Sunday...ya should have been in Saundersfoot. More fish was had, more chips were had, even a double-scoop chocolate waffle cone with a flake was had. But, importantly, 9000 steps were also walked, pissing about in Saundersfoot, and Amroth, and Laugharne. Very nice day.
Monday - Monday was one of those quirky bank holiday days. d had an itch in the bottom of her being to barbecue, so barbecue she did - and grilled meat and veg-a-rama was had by all.

Annnd then it was today. Today was Tuesday, which meant weigh-in day. Did a little walking first thing - a couple of hundred caloriesworth, nothing special. Had a coffee, and eventually weighed in, at:
18st, 12.75 lbs.

Is that good? Well, no, of course not. But it's still four pounds better than last week. Imagine what might have happened if I hadn't had quite so much fish, ships and ice cream.

Better food day today. Weetabix breakfast, sausage baguette for lunch, and a steak and vegetable dinner, with a little bow-tie pasta.
Tomorrow, I actually get back on my diabetic meds (long story short, I messed up and have been without diabetic meds for a week). So here's being all sorts of weirdly optimistic for the rest of the week.