Fasting again

For a day off, yesterday proved to be a really busy day. The vampires were out in the morning drawing blood for a cholesterol test. I spent too much money on new clothes and then I played taxi service for my hubby before joining him in the evening for dinner and raising money for charity. It was a good night with good friends and lots of laughter. The whole theme of the evening was Ye Olde English Night, with lots of old songs with changed lyrics to suit the occasion. There was a fining system where people had to pay fines for various misdemeanours or sometimes for being too good. Anyone who snitched on someone else also got fined and it became quite loud and hilarious.

Mondays, however, have been designated as fasting days and after a disastrous weekend, where I put on almost a Kilo in 2 days, I was quite desperate to get back to it. With a dinner booked for the evening, there was little point though, so today is the day. Being a vegan means that my two meals can be low calorie as long as I miss out the carbs, so I intend to make a huge batch of chilli today and can’t wait to scoff it.

Chilli made with different beans is one of my favourite dishes. It took me a long time to develope the taste for this Mexican dish. While a meat eater I always found it on the hot side and because there is no sweetness to it, I was not a great lover. Enter my husband, who loves chilli and it was necessary to like it. Thus over time I was converted and when I decided to become a vegan, I had to find a good substitute to the carnivore variety.

I really like this 5:2 fasting diet, because I don’t feel deprived. I do get tired and with gigs this week and working day and night, I am a little worried about how I will cope. Also because Of missing my fast day yesterday, I have to do my 2 fast days close together. Only one eating day between them, which could spell trouble. My poor hubby might be in for a rough time. I will try desperately not to snap his head off, whilst in the throws of tiredness, but can’t promise I will be completely sane. Bless him. Duck love, duck!!

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Music and Memories

Oh my goodness. What a mare. I managed to log myself out of my blog and having never done that before, I couldn’t remember my login details. It’s taken me three days to sort it out, because getting back in is not obvious at all. Anyway, here I am once again.

Today is Saturday and the day for my radio show. It’s a chat show, where I invite local people to come and talk about themselves, their businesses and interests. I have featured authors, charities, complimentary health practitioners, singers, artists and many more interesting people. They each choose 3 songs that they love and it’s a fantastic way to learn about people.

One of the best things, is the varied choices of music. We had a large glut of the song “Happy” by Pharrell Williams, but mostly it shows just how wide our tastes are. Even in the pop field, there are so many genres and no two people have chosen the same 3 songs. Young people can choose old songs and older people choose new ones. Each tune carries a memory and the ones that stick are associated with happy times.

Although we have our favourite sad songs, it seems the ones that define our lives are the ones that call to mind our happiest memories. Teenage years feature really high, as does the “our song”, when we have met our life partner.

I truly love my show on a Saturday and meeting such an eclectic group of people and I love their differing tastes in music, because people’s choices fascinate me. Today I will be playing Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin, which apart from being an all time great, is a personal favourite. It reminds me of my teenage years living in a huge farmhouse with my family. My brother would belt this out as loud as he could from his bedroom at the back and the house was so big, that no one in the front could hear it. Good memories of my brother in his Led Zeppelin phase. He even got a perm to look like Robert Plant and I liked it. I was young and always impressed by my big brother.

Good music equals happy memories.

The truth about visitors

imageThe arrival of guests usually signals the beginning of so many things.  On a negative side,  the preparation is exhausting.  Trying to fit in a whole house clean, ironing, bed making, towel matching, fridge and freezer cleaning and spider web demolition while working is a test in itself.  Then, after they leave there’s a whole house clean, ironing, bed making and emptying the fridge and freezer of all the naughty foods that they leave behind.  Standing on the scales afterwards can prove a very scary experience as there will have been an awful lot of calories taken in during your time of entertaining.

In times gone by, with back to back visitors, it has proved tiring and expensive, and we would breath a sigh of relief as we waved off yet another car full.

On the positive side, the arrival of familiar faces brings hugs, kisses, smiles, new stories, precious time in each other’s company and a renewing of friendships.  It’s a touching of hearts, morals, belonging and kinship.  There are new experiences, the making of new memories and most important of all, there is laughter.

Even though I have to leave and go to work every day, there is the anticipation of returning home and recognising something different from the norm.  There is enjoyment in a change of routine and a sense of holiday even for the workers.

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After four years of hardly any visitors due to our circumstances, it is so wonderful to, once again, have people to stay.  To welcome people back into our lives has made me realise that the negatives are insignificant.  In fact they have changed to the opposite.

I love the fact that the discipline of having to clean means that I sort out my rubbish and get rid of it at more regular intervals.  Having to iron and sort bedlinen equals no excuses to avoid the ironing, thus removing the piles.  My fridge and freezer stay a lot more organised and the spiders don’t stand a chance.

I am a happier person for the laughter, more educated because of other people’s experiences, more social because I have to be and perhaps a little kinder or tolerant.  In all, visitors enrich, I look forward to time in their company and feel honoured that they chose to spend time in mine.

clan.