eating and sleeping

Single cookie is right. All we do is eat and sleep. Even our eating is becomong predictable, have you noticed that Mr McMuffin's last two menus are the same? I have mentioned the weather before (I am so British) and I do beleive that it has a massive effect on our moods and energy. The cold and dark over the winter is great for a few weeks, and then it just drags and grags, and I get more and more depressed.

I really thought I'd hit on something last year by having such light curtains that I got as much light as possible in the mornings to help. It did help a bit, but then comes the time when there is no light before you get to work, and it's pointless. Thank God I don't live any further north, I'd take my own life or go postal.

Driving up North on Friday was awful, I swear the sun set an hour earlier, and I got an extra hour on the way back. The Neice's aunt (Dad's side) felt the same way, we mocked the North mercilessly. I particularly liked her description of it as smelling of coal dust.

We also thought they talked funny, weren't very friendly, and were jealous of us sunny natured southerners. I am reminded of Mr McMuffin's fine observation that hailing from as far north in Scotland as is possible before you turn into a Shetland pony, my northeners are in fact softy southerners to him. No wonder he is so miserable, and finds anything over 24 degrees unbearably hot.

In fact my own sister is a Northener by birth, although we are usually far too tactful to mention it. My other one is an Hampshire Hog, me a Berkshire Bump. Add to this being raised by Welsh parents, who spoke their own unique version of that ancient language and we have a recipe for identity issues! Was I the only person who was upset when England won the rugby and made such a fuss of that boy's foot? Neil Jenkins, now he had a boot..... Even Mr McMuffin confessed that he never supported England, possibly because his family would hang him, but more likely because he hates all forms of sport and was trying not to upset me.

In fact the great Mr McMuffin has been a good husband who has kept his word to me. He got an ipod on condition he fed it and took it for walks, and so he has. That poor little thing is stuffed to the gills with
MP3's (AAC's) and has gone everywhere with him recently. I'm beginning to think he loves it too much.