Sweet and Sour (on noodle or rice)

What an extremely exhausting day. I went for my first run of the season today. It was horrid. My lungs felt like they were about to collapse (note to self: stop smoking) . I panted and gasped on the side of the road as some old crooner, most likely named Betty, walked passed me. Gave me a look, goodness knows what they thought, probably: "Jesus this girl is a pussy."

Needless to say my calves have had a life of their own today. Everyone time I want to walk they say "Yo, what the fuck you think you doing? Sit your ass down or we gonna make you feel more pain. Fool!" I listened very well.

Had some lovely drinks of wine last night. Decided I want to become a connoisseur, and go to wine festivals and say things like "well yes Margaret, this vintage wine is very compatable with this day and age. The elegance it beholds is ravishing and decadent, and it will taste marvelous with caviar and au cuisine." Then give a little laugh and carry on in my Queen's english accent.

One day.

• The small thing that made me smile today: Some kids were playing sweet and sour in their microbus schoolbus. (I have issues with microbusses. But that's for another day) They waved at me and God forbid if I should be labelled as sour. I gave a warm smile and a huge hearty wave to make sure they saw me. They waved at another car and they didn't wave back, the kids looked very upset.. but they were angels, didn't even retaliate. We used to give a big old 'fuck you very much' sign if people didn't return the gestures. Maybe the next generation will be a good one...