After nearly missing flight, full escort through Bangkok airport, and the usual fandango involved in just getting from A to B these days (argh) I am now waiting to board AT LAST.
I'm taking a salad on board, and still haven't touched booze. The halo is casting quite a glare.
So, adventure is over. I'm sad to leave, it's been a good challenge and I've met some great people. Dinner tonight with Cate, Kirsty and Rosarie was great fun, and the hair-raising airport drive will reappear in my nightmares for years to come.
I leave you with sage advice, dispensed by iridologist at the talk I was at last night. Focus, don't let your mind talk you into falling off the straight'n'narrow, or, in her words: "Train your Monkey Brain". Class.
See you on the other side.
X
Wednesday, 5 March 2008
Tuesday, 4 March 2008
Schoolgirl error
Accidental sunburn. Just what I fancied for 15 hours of flying. Pants.
Had surprisingly good breakfast today: scrambed eggs with feta. Granted I could have done without the 'pesto vegetables' on the side, and thick slices of buttered toast, or better still brioche, would have made me happier...but it was pretty good. Still not hank marvin. It's 2pm and I just had a couple of slices of pineapple in case I get peckish before dinner, other than that I'm still just not hungry. Krispy Kreme to the rescue! I haven't had a caffeine high or a sugar crash in 10 days *sob*.
Beautiful weather today (hence 3rd degree burns) and I just got the shuttle bus doodad back from Spa Beach. There were 3 n00bs on the bus - a couple from Amsterdam and a South African girl. They'd tried to get rooms at the beach, but they're fully booked so they were recommended this place (oddly enough, being the same owners). On the ride up, I did the usual conversation of "Are you fasting?". They looked at me like I'm nuts - and I had to explain the whole thing, and the shared, incredulous, open-mouthed looks increased. Hmmm. Starting to realise this isn't something normal to do with your time. It was quite funny really.
Did a last wander around Lamai this morning. It's a funny little town. As I knew from when I chose this holiday, I've seen almost nothing of Thailand, and I'm now keen to come back, maybe throwing Cambodia into the equation, to explore it properly. The people are lovely, very friendly and quick to smile.
Off for final shower, then have 4 more hours before the airport fandango (ugh). We're having a meal tonight before I go, and I'll be sorry to say goodbye to Cate and Kirsty, and especially Rosarie. I think I'm going totally off the rails for final supper and might, MIGHT, have meat. Decadent!
Had surprisingly good breakfast today: scrambed eggs with feta. Granted I could have done without the 'pesto vegetables' on the side, and thick slices of buttered toast, or better still brioche, would have made me happier...but it was pretty good. Still not hank marvin. It's 2pm and I just had a couple of slices of pineapple in case I get peckish before dinner, other than that I'm still just not hungry. Krispy Kreme to the rescue! I haven't had a caffeine high or a sugar crash in 10 days *sob*.
Beautiful weather today (hence 3rd degree burns) and I just got the shuttle bus doodad back from Spa Beach. There were 3 n00bs on the bus - a couple from Amsterdam and a South African girl. They'd tried to get rooms at the beach, but they're fully booked so they were recommended this place (oddly enough, being the same owners). On the ride up, I did the usual conversation of "Are you fasting?". They looked at me like I'm nuts - and I had to explain the whole thing, and the shared, incredulous, open-mouthed looks increased. Hmmm. Starting to realise this isn't something normal to do with your time. It was quite funny really.
Did a last wander around Lamai this morning. It's a funny little town. As I knew from when I chose this holiday, I've seen almost nothing of Thailand, and I'm now keen to come back, maybe throwing Cambodia into the equation, to explore it properly. The people are lovely, very friendly and quick to smile.
Off for final shower, then have 4 more hours before the airport fandango (ugh). We're having a meal tonight before I go, and I'll be sorry to say goodbye to Cate and Kirsty, and especially Rosarie. I think I'm going totally off the rails for final supper and might, MIGHT, have meat. Decadent!
Monday, 3 March 2008
All good things (and all bad, apparently)...
It's almost all over. Day 1 of eating today has been good, and I fly back to London tomorrow night, getting in at ugly o'clock Wednesday morning. I foolishly said I'd be back in the orifice on Wednesday, what was I thinking? Currently trying to talk boss into letting me be a slacker for one more day to recover. We shall see. Hmmm. Not sure if he's still reading this so.... Steeeeve, oh wonderful one? I'll bring you back something gingery, if I can find anything!
Today was great. After salady lunch and making myself look acceptable (ie: showering, clean clothes ...takes 15 mins here) we headed back to the Spa Beach for the talk. It was surprisingly good actually. Yes the woman eats 90% raw food, and has done a 28 day fast, so doesn't slip into the category of 'normal', but still, the essence of what she said had a lot of merit. I took notes. Neeerd. Oh - that was after dinner, I forgot to mention dinner. I ate with Rosarie, Cate and Kirsty, they're all on Day 7 today, so were having broth while I was a bad, bad girl. I fell off the wagon, spa-style, by having a raw veg salad with...wait for it...brown rice! Aii! Not supposed to eat brown rice til Eating Day 2! I shall go to some kind of vegan hell for my actions. Speaking of which, lady giving talk mentioned someone she knows who is a fruitarian. Speechless. Brown rice salad was good initially, then I had to give up as it started to taste really healthy and I got put off. I almost cracked and had fried banana with coconut icecream, but by that stage was very unhungry again. Still not back to my usual gluttonous self.
Manana, I have breakfast and lunch booked already (who knew raw/vegie swill could entertain me for a full 24 hours and counting!). Time will be spent on the beach, and doing any last-minute shopping, like getting Iain the fake butt-cheeks. I collected my suits tonight, and they weigh 2 tons, so I think suitcase is going to be a leetle overweight on luggage allowance.
Sod-all else to report.
Zzzzz
Today was great. After salady lunch and making myself look acceptable (ie: showering, clean clothes ...takes 15 mins here) we headed back to the Spa Beach for the talk. It was surprisingly good actually. Yes the woman eats 90% raw food, and has done a 28 day fast, so doesn't slip into the category of 'normal', but still, the essence of what she said had a lot of merit. I took notes. Neeerd. Oh - that was after dinner, I forgot to mention dinner. I ate with Rosarie, Cate and Kirsty, they're all on Day 7 today, so were having broth while I was a bad, bad girl. I fell off the wagon, spa-style, by having a raw veg salad with...wait for it...brown rice! Aii! Not supposed to eat brown rice til Eating Day 2! I shall go to some kind of vegan hell for my actions. Speaking of which, lady giving talk mentioned someone she knows who is a fruitarian. Speechless. Brown rice salad was good initially, then I had to give up as it started to taste really healthy and I got put off. I almost cracked and had fried banana with coconut icecream, but by that stage was very unhungry again. Still not back to my usual gluttonous self.
Manana, I have breakfast and lunch booked already (who knew raw/vegie swill could entertain me for a full 24 hours and counting!). Time will be spent on the beach, and doing any last-minute shopping, like getting Iain the fake butt-cheeks. I collected my suits tonight, and they weigh 2 tons, so I think suitcase is going to be a leetle overweight on luggage allowance.
Sod-all else to report.
Zzzzz
Hey honey, I'm home!
Oh, my, goodness. I just had a Greek salad and it was pure tomato-y, olivey heaven. Granted, I'm 'cheating', cos it's from the day 2-3 post-fast menu, but I've been told roughly 461 times in the last week to 'listen to your body', so now I am! Now that I've taken the edge off, I have developed a taste for all things flavoursome. Right now my body is quite keen on the idea of Vietnamese Spring-rolls for dinner. Or I might behave with a brown rice salad *yawn*.
Andrew is sitting next to me eating the inside out of coconuts. He's on Day 9, and coconut flesh has become his minor indiscretion. He does a cracking Robinson Crusoe impression, gouging out the white chunks of succulent flesh. He's like a walking Bounty ad! They snuck garlic into my Greek salad and I'm now v self-conscious about being garlic-girl, even though people who have been shunting 16 litres of garlic solution err up their butts hardly smell of roses, either. (Garlic is what you switch to after you're bored of the coffee and vinegar solution - kills parasites apparently).
Right. Time to shower, and make myself look purdy, tonight we're off to the beach to be taught how to take this lifestyle forward into the real world. Please note the only reason for my attendance is that the Spa Beach restaurant has a slightly bigger menu than our retreat. Mmmmm.
Whew. I almost feel like me again. All that's missing is a glass of wine, and maybe some chocolate coated peanuts.
Andrew is sitting next to me eating the inside out of coconuts. He's on Day 9, and coconut flesh has become his minor indiscretion. He does a cracking Robinson Crusoe impression, gouging out the white chunks of succulent flesh. He's like a walking Bounty ad! They snuck garlic into my Greek salad and I'm now v self-conscious about being garlic-girl, even though people who have been shunting 16 litres of garlic solution err up their butts hardly smell of roses, either. (Garlic is what you switch to after you're bored of the coffee and vinegar solution - kills parasites apparently).
Right. Time to shower, and make myself look purdy, tonight we're off to the beach to be taught how to take this lifestyle forward into the real world. Please note the only reason for my attendance is that the Spa Beach restaurant has a slightly bigger menu than our retreat. Mmmmm.
Whew. I almost feel like me again. All that's missing is a glass of wine, and maybe some chocolate coated peanuts.
Broken
U-oh. I'm broken. Not panicking yet, but thinking I should be. The thing is, I'm still not hungry. It's day 1 back on the lard, and I had a few bits of pineapple at 10.30am-ish. It's now 2.30pm, annnnd I don't fancy food. I've sunbathed, had a pedicure, done some over-due internetting, and am now toying with a long walk on the beach, but still have no desire to eat. Very curious indeed. And this is being sent from outside 'Perk and Peck' - a coffee and cake place.
Hmmmmm. Concerning.
Hmmmmm. Concerning.
Sunday, 2 March 2008
Stick a fork in me, I'm done.
Hooooooooray! It's 10.30pm-ish on Day 7. So, I've done it. Tomorrow: fud. Only supposed to eat fruit, salad, juices, nothing cooked, nothing refined, so just raw fruit and veg. So, lunchtime I'll be popping out for a red beef curry. Ok, I'm going to try and behave, but there are no guarantees. I've never been one for half-measues. So tomorrow, I'll be drinking doubles just to be safe.
This afternoon was spend sleeping on the terrace, and being massaged. Hard life. Then had some broth - still couldn't do more than a few spoonfuls. Rosarie and I then caught the shuttley-thing into town for the purposes of shopping. I bought 3 pairs of false eyelashes (like they're going to be anything other than false) from a shop which sold some p-retty weird stuff, and I consider myself open-minded. Anyway, the funniest thing was ladyboy supplies - fake boobs, corsets for making waists, and my favorite: fake butt cheeks! Foam rubber! All together now "I said I like big butts, and I cannot lie".
Had 3rd tailor session. Whew. It's getting tiresome - still 2 more fittings to go tomorrow, the stuff is coming along ok, but I could live without going into town so often. To steal a line from Hopkins: If Lambu sticks me with a pin again, I will beat him like a ginger step-child.
In the hunt for a cab, we walked past restaurants, all giving off different smells. I was imagining a blind person walking down that street - like when you walk a bakers and the smell of fresh bread is unmistakeable - this was Thai, Indian, Chinese, English (pie'n'mash), Italian, American, Mexican.... even a SA barbeque place. Gorgeous.
As I think I mentioned already - one girl who is here for the 2nd time said that she took Valium to sleep on the 7th night because she was so excited about eating. To be honest, I'm still fine - I think I'll sleep without problems - but I definitely am looking forward to pineapple with lime juice. And maybe a coconut for the road.
Goodnight,
X
P.S.: Oh yeah: Ian - told you I could do it! He said I wouldn't make 24 hours, cheeky sod.
This afternoon was spend sleeping on the terrace, and being massaged. Hard life. Then had some broth - still couldn't do more than a few spoonfuls. Rosarie and I then caught the shuttley-thing into town for the purposes of shopping. I bought 3 pairs of false eyelashes (like they're going to be anything other than false) from a shop which sold some p-retty weird stuff, and I consider myself open-minded. Anyway, the funniest thing was ladyboy supplies - fake boobs, corsets for making waists, and my favorite: fake butt cheeks! Foam rubber! All together now "I said I like big butts, and I cannot lie".
Had 3rd tailor session. Whew. It's getting tiresome - still 2 more fittings to go tomorrow, the stuff is coming along ok, but I could live without going into town so often. To steal a line from Hopkins: If Lambu sticks me with a pin again, I will beat him like a ginger step-child.
In the hunt for a cab, we walked past restaurants, all giving off different smells. I was imagining a blind person walking down that street - like when you walk a bakers and the smell of fresh bread is unmistakeable - this was Thai, Indian, Chinese, English (pie'n'mash), Italian, American, Mexican.... even a SA barbeque place. Gorgeous.
As I think I mentioned already - one girl who is here for the 2nd time said that she took Valium to sleep on the 7th night because she was so excited about eating. To be honest, I'm still fine - I think I'll sleep without problems - but I definitely am looking forward to pineapple with lime juice. And maybe a coconut for the road.
Goodnight,
X
P.S.: Oh yeah: Ian - told you I could do it! He said I wouldn't make 24 hours, cheeky sod.
Same-same
My Dear Victoire,
I have written to you several times by balloon post, but many of those balloons have been captured by the Prussians.
It's official, it's Sunday and so I know that tonight I will be missing my favorite TV (Antiques Roadshow). That, combined with it being Day 7 of sans-fud, has pushed me over the edge into Delirium. As Peter likes to say, "I could eat the leg off a low-flying duck.". Most annoyingly, I am not even slightly hungry. No pangs. No rumbling. I just fancy chewing on something. Preferably something burgery. Tomorrow I get to eat, but the first day is fruit and raw veg only. The idea is actually turning my stomach. It is requesting fried things, in no uncertain terms.
I peeled myself out of bed at 7.15 again (bad! Bad Kate!), came for McS, then sleep-walked back to chateau 44 and went back to bed til almost 10am. One a scale of 1 to apathatic, I'd give me a 52. Last night was a 'big night out', Spa style. I got a ride with Karen and Kara in their Jeep to the main drag. I went to see Lambu to get the first suit-fitting done, which went well, then traipsed up the road, entranced by the fragrant restaurants, weaving tourists, pool table, ladyboys, and much in the way of neon tubing. I felt like I was in an alien environment. Got home at 10pm, watched some laptop, and hit the hay at 11.15ish. It rained so hard last night, I thought the roof would cave in - it sounded like a solid sheet of water was falling - very bizarre. So today, driven from the jungle by the rain, the bees are back in town. So far the tally is only Kate:1, Bees:Nil.
I'm sitting in the restaurant having a coconut and a peppermint tea. Mouth asked for a pineapple by mistake, and waitress looked at me with daggers. Genuine mistake, too, I'd just been talking pineapple with Tom (still chef), so excusable, surely! I'm going to lug my (slightly less) fat@ss up the slope and install myself on the terrace for the next few hours. I see sunshine, dozing, reading, and general slobbing out. Bring it on.
I have written to you several times by balloon post, but many of those balloons have been captured by the Prussians.
It's official, it's Sunday and so I know that tonight I will be missing my favorite TV (Antiques Roadshow). That, combined with it being Day 7 of sans-fud, has pushed me over the edge into Delirium. As Peter likes to say, "I could eat the leg off a low-flying duck.". Most annoyingly, I am not even slightly hungry. No pangs. No rumbling. I just fancy chewing on something. Preferably something burgery. Tomorrow I get to eat, but the first day is fruit and raw veg only. The idea is actually turning my stomach. It is requesting fried things, in no uncertain terms.
I peeled myself out of bed at 7.15 again (bad! Bad Kate!), came for McS, then sleep-walked back to chateau 44 and went back to bed til almost 10am. One a scale of 1 to apathatic, I'd give me a 52. Last night was a 'big night out', Spa style. I got a ride with Karen and Kara in their Jeep to the main drag. I went to see Lambu to get the first suit-fitting done, which went well, then traipsed up the road, entranced by the fragrant restaurants, weaving tourists, pool table, ladyboys, and much in the way of neon tubing. I felt like I was in an alien environment. Got home at 10pm, watched some laptop, and hit the hay at 11.15ish. It rained so hard last night, I thought the roof would cave in - it sounded like a solid sheet of water was falling - very bizarre. So today, driven from the jungle by the rain, the bees are back in town. So far the tally is only Kate:1, Bees:Nil.
I'm sitting in the restaurant having a coconut and a peppermint tea. Mouth asked for a pineapple by mistake, and waitress looked at me with daggers. Genuine mistake, too, I'd just been talking pineapple with Tom (still chef), so excusable, surely! I'm going to lug my (slightly less) fat@ss up the slope and install myself on the terrace for the next few hours. I see sunshine, dozing, reading, and general slobbing out. Bring it on.
Saturday, 1 March 2008
Revelation
Errr, I'm planning to resolve issues tonight, on a computer, by the laying on of hands (and possibly also massaging the configuration a little). Starting to feel bad about calling all of those 'healers' charlatans. Oops.
Stop the Press! Hold the Front Page!
Oh. My. Goodness. If you ask them nicely, they put fresh lemon juice in your McSlurry! And it tastes NICE! I learn this on Day 6?! It's like a cruel joke!
it's 4.30pm err... still on Day 6. One more full day to go, a few more minor excuses to stop me eating first thing on Day 8, and then ...showtime. The novelty of hunger strike has worn off. I'm tired. I almost dozed off on Episode 21 of House a moment ago. Tomorrow will be hard. I've started planning my food for next Monday and Tuesday. In detail.
Today, got up late - well 7.15, not 6.45, had McS. Then lay on my terrace in the sun, while I got a minion (you can take the girl out of South Africa...) to come and open my safe. I don't do low technology. Video recorders, microwaves, hotel safes: bamboozling. So my bank cards have been kept from my sweaty grasp since I arrived. Today, I wielded their mighty power, and it felt GOOD. I went to see a Nepalese tailor, recommended by a lady at the Spa Beach resort. There are lots of tailors, but this woman was dressed immaculately and had jewellery, as we say in my homeland, "to die for, doll", so I trusted her implicitly. I spent about 2 hours with a gentleman named Lambu, at 'Rene Lazard'. Crikey. I wonder how long they spend making up faux-French names, to make their shops sound European? It's bizarre. Anyhoo - paged through tons of book, looked at zillions of fabrics, got measured to within 2.54cm of my life, and settled for 2 suits and 3 shirts. Off for fitting tonight, then another fitting on Monday, then I can collect them on Tuesday before I fly. Yay. New clothes ;) Team at work, practise: "Wow, Kate, nice suit! Love the shirt too!". Once again, with sincerity.
Met some n00bs on the bus to town this morning - 2 English guys. They have been amusing me already. Today is their Day 1 - and bear in mind it was 11am - they kept banging on about how shocked they were to not be hungry. The gave reverential nods to an Irish Bar we passed, apparently they were up late last night, drinking tequila. It's going to be an interesting week for those 2! When I told them that they're allowed coconut water and carrot juice (ugh - no chance), they nearly kissed my feet. Can't wait to see them next Tuesday.
Andrew (previously know as Hot Guy) has decided to extend his fast by 3 more days. He's such a sweetheart - and it was nice to have any qualms I had about his direction settled when I saw him taking Clinique Body Scrub into the steam room. He cremated his legs by falling asleep in the sun on day 1, so he keeps going for aloe vera body wraps. And making us do ankle inspections. Peeling is his bete noire. (Is bete a femimine word in French? Does 'noire' need the 'e'? This, and more pointless thoughts clutter my head 99% of the time. It's such fun being me.)
You know when you drink a little much at night, and the next morning you can't recall precisely how a conversation went? I seem to have that all the time now. I can't decide if it's good or bad, either.
Oh - also Rosarie and I went to the market today. She wanted to buy dried spices for her sister. The smell (eau de putrefaction) was un-be-lievable. I gagged when we got close, then just resorted to breathing through my mouth for the rest of the time. A lot of the meat was crawling with flies, my stomach was doing somersalts. I did make a decision that there's no way in hell I'm coming home vegetarian (I'd rather come home in a silk-lined box), but that really was a near-yozzing experience. Some of the stalls were great - and the takeaway style stuff - satay and curries etc - looked like heaven, but the fish and chicken were just blood-curdling. That memory is going to make sticking to fruit+veg pretty easy for the last 2 days when I can eat.
On a parting note, I should have brought the "No I will not fix your computer" t-shirt on holiday. Tonight - after dinner and before suit fitting - I have been conned, I mean ASKED to fix a vista/outlook problem. On a Vaio laptop. Joy. When people say "I want to use my Outlook database", it makes me instantly suspicious. Nice person though, so I'll see if the old laying-on-of-hands, and rebooting works. Never failed me thus far. I did laugh though - she said "Shall I turn it on, then turn it off again, and see if it works then?". No, dear, it would then be OFF. God bless (l)users, one and all. I miss work. A little. A teensy-little. Ok now not-so-much, when I think about it.
Righty-ho, off to see if Iridology-woman can see me tomorrow. I can't leave hippie-ville without at least one quack having a crack! I've dodged Qi Gung, Cranio-sacral balancing, Reiki, and a tea ceremony. Tea without cake and cucumber sandwiches (sans crust) is just an abomination. Bit sad they don't have past life regression, or shamanic rebirthing charlatans here. I've always thought I'd like to impress my scepticism and apathy on practitioners of those 2 in particular.
Whew. Thumbs killing me.
X
it's 4.30pm err... still on Day 6. One more full day to go, a few more minor excuses to stop me eating first thing on Day 8, and then ...showtime. The novelty of hunger strike has worn off. I'm tired. I almost dozed off on Episode 21 of House a moment ago. Tomorrow will be hard. I've started planning my food for next Monday and Tuesday. In detail.
Today, got up late - well 7.15, not 6.45, had McS. Then lay on my terrace in the sun, while I got a minion (you can take the girl out of South Africa...) to come and open my safe. I don't do low technology. Video recorders, microwaves, hotel safes: bamboozling. So my bank cards have been kept from my sweaty grasp since I arrived. Today, I wielded their mighty power, and it felt GOOD. I went to see a Nepalese tailor, recommended by a lady at the Spa Beach resort. There are lots of tailors, but this woman was dressed immaculately and had jewellery, as we say in my homeland, "to die for, doll", so I trusted her implicitly. I spent about 2 hours with a gentleman named Lambu, at 'Rene Lazard'. Crikey. I wonder how long they spend making up faux-French names, to make their shops sound European? It's bizarre. Anyhoo - paged through tons of book, looked at zillions of fabrics, got measured to within 2.54cm of my life, and settled for 2 suits and 3 shirts. Off for fitting tonight, then another fitting on Monday, then I can collect them on Tuesday before I fly. Yay. New clothes ;) Team at work, practise: "Wow, Kate, nice suit! Love the shirt too!". Once again, with sincerity.
Met some n00bs on the bus to town this morning - 2 English guys. They have been amusing me already. Today is their Day 1 - and bear in mind it was 11am - they kept banging on about how shocked they were to not be hungry. The gave reverential nods to an Irish Bar we passed, apparently they were up late last night, drinking tequila. It's going to be an interesting week for those 2! When I told them that they're allowed coconut water and carrot juice (ugh - no chance), they nearly kissed my feet. Can't wait to see them next Tuesday.
Andrew (previously know as Hot Guy) has decided to extend his fast by 3 more days. He's such a sweetheart - and it was nice to have any qualms I had about his direction settled when I saw him taking Clinique Body Scrub into the steam room. He cremated his legs by falling asleep in the sun on day 1, so he keeps going for aloe vera body wraps. And making us do ankle inspections. Peeling is his bete noire. (Is bete a femimine word in French? Does 'noire' need the 'e'? This, and more pointless thoughts clutter my head 99% of the time. It's such fun being me.)
You know when you drink a little much at night, and the next morning you can't recall precisely how a conversation went? I seem to have that all the time now. I can't decide if it's good or bad, either.
Oh - also Rosarie and I went to the market today. She wanted to buy dried spices for her sister. The smell (eau de putrefaction) was un-be-lievable. I gagged when we got close, then just resorted to breathing through my mouth for the rest of the time. A lot of the meat was crawling with flies, my stomach was doing somersalts. I did make a decision that there's no way in hell I'm coming home vegetarian (I'd rather come home in a silk-lined box), but that really was a near-yozzing experience. Some of the stalls were great - and the takeaway style stuff - satay and curries etc - looked like heaven, but the fish and chicken were just blood-curdling. That memory is going to make sticking to fruit+veg pretty easy for the last 2 days when I can eat.
On a parting note, I should have brought the "No I will not fix your computer" t-shirt on holiday. Tonight - after dinner and before suit fitting - I have been conned, I mean ASKED to fix a vista/outlook problem. On a Vaio laptop. Joy. When people say "I want to use my Outlook database", it makes me instantly suspicious. Nice person though, so I'll see if the old laying-on-of-hands, and rebooting works. Never failed me thus far. I did laugh though - she said "Shall I turn it on, then turn it off again, and see if it works then?". No, dear, it would then be OFF. God bless (l)users, one and all. I miss work. A little. A teensy-little. Ok now not-so-much, when I think about it.
Righty-ho, off to see if Iridology-woman can see me tomorrow. I can't leave hippie-ville without at least one quack having a crack! I've dodged Qi Gung, Cranio-sacral balancing, Reiki, and a tea ceremony. Tea without cake and cucumber sandwiches (sans crust) is just an abomination. Bit sad they don't have past life regression, or shamanic rebirthing charlatans here. I've always thought I'd like to impress my scepticism and apathy on practitioners of those 2 in particular.
Whew. Thumbs killing me.
X
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