With all this blogging, pinterest and tumblr stuff  I'm following, beginning to wonder, am I viewing life as opposed to living it?  Just asking........

Just got back from the supermarket.  Again.  Whilst waiting to pack, I asked the woman behind me if the coriander was hers, to which she replied 'no, I don't like coriander'.  And herein lies the problem.  I cannot think of any food I don't like.  Stuff I don't love but nothing, apart from garlic and raw onion, that I try not to eat and that's not even because of the taste, it's how it makes my mouth feel after I've eaten it.  And sheeps brains which btw, I have tried, but that's because of the texture.  Which poses the question.  Are fussy eaters naturally slimmer?  Do people like me, who constantly struggle with their weight, just like way too much damned food?

One day, I am going to rent a room on the beach in Stoupa in Greece for 3 months.  I am going to swim in the sea, read, listen to local radio, eat from the bakery, drink frappes during the day and drink chilled wine in the tavernas in the evening.  I am going to lie in the sun and let my skin get brown and leathery and my hair go wild and white and live in a strapless cheesecloth dress with no bra and take the risk of my tits dropping to my knees and not give a shit because if I have made it to then, I would quite frankly, have seriously earnt the right.

The wonderful thing about children, is that what I see as fat to be got rid of, they see as wonderful softness.

Christ, it's great to be back in England.  Or so I thought.  Had a most bizarre experience in the supermarket this morning.  I was chatting with a till girl whilst I was packing and she was scanning, at no time were either of us, god forbid, pausing.  When we finished, I smiled at the woman behind me who proceeded to have a humungous go at us, accusing us of chatting and taking forever as if we had nothing else to do.  The till girl became very apologetic and I said 'she was just being friendly and I was packing as fast as I could' to which she replied 'no you weren't packing as fast as you could'.  I clearly antagonised her further be saying 'er, I think I am the best person to know about my capacity to pack'.  She then po-faced told us that she was going to lodge a complaint.  It was at this point that I almost cracked up, expecting her to say 'I'm kidding love, I was just pulling your leg', but no, this woman's whole day was spoilt by 2 people being, oh my God, let's alert the elders, 'friendly'.  I marched off to Customer Services to forwarn them of this woman with a seriously bad attitude.  What the hell is wrong with people?  This country has a history of the corner shop, community, knowing our neighbours, being involved with and caring about people and we are always complaining about the loss of it.  I sometimes can't bare the fact that my children are growing up in a world where there are people who are so fucking odd.