My body clock needs new batteries

That’s a full week of work out of the way then. Four nights, thirty-six hours, and a whole lot of fun as well. I might go out tonight to spend my first lot of wages. Technically speaking, I’m not paid until the end of the month, but you see what I mean.. By a strange twist of fate (and a small lie) I’m still getting paid my JobSeekers so I’ve got a bit of spare cash. Maybe a Feast For One from the Oriental Express on Church Street and a DVD is in order. Anything rather than watch “I’m A Celebrity”

This whole night-working could be good for my waistline. My body isn’t used to eating at 2am so I’m avoiding eating during my breaks in case my bowels erupt while I’m stocking up the mince aisle. It means I get home hungry, but at least I’m not bingeing. Plus, my real problem eating of the last few months has taken place late at night – and its hard to pig out on Pringles, cakes and Rolo’s when you’re in a supermarket stock room loading bottles of American Dry Ginger onto a packing trolley.
It’s good all round really.

It’s snowing here in Norfolk, by the way. It snowed in early April, we had no summer to speak of, and now it’s snowing in November. Barely six months between the last snow flurry of LAST Winter, and the first snow flurry of THIS Winter.. Global warming, my arse.

RC 22-11-08
1035 GMT