Sorry for lack of notblogs you crazy notblog fans.
Edinburgh stress and lack of money stress… added to the trundling aftershocks of split with emm have left me all a bit of a muddle.
But Edinburgh is very nearly and verily scarily almost upon us.
My money situation is at the point of being laughable. So in this last week of temping before I journey north I have been taking full advantage of the almost daily cakes and doughnuts that arrive in the kitchen thanks to the workforces leaving dates and birthdays.
I am (quite rudely) taking far more than my fair share in an effort to not only to get free food, but also to build up my fat reserves.
I reckon that if things get really tough whilst up in Ed it’s probably worth having a couple of lbs of doughnut flab so that if I starve and my body decides to start to eat itself, well, that I have enough to go round.
I’ve also been eating the butter out of the fridge.
So if you see me in Edinburgh, buy me a sandwich…
…or a pint…
…and come and see the show…
…and give me a hug…