That Was The Week That Was...

It has been an interesting sort of week.

Adventures in baking: the sourdough starter appeared to have developed sentience and tried to take over the kitchen. It's now called Fred. I've also gone back on my reduced-carb diet, which meant trying out cloud bread for the first time. Which isn't bad, only I dislike the texture issue with my teeth, which I suspect is down to the high amount of cream of tartar in it. I think I'll try it again with about half the amount. The dinner recipe was ok (baked in the oven; counts, ok?), but I think I'll stick with my normal prep method for it. I have two bread recipes I want to enjoy, both involving courgettes: one is a soda bread the other a regular bread. Probably not for a wee while tho.

Other news is that I've gone back on the e-cigarette, reduced the booze to 0.5-1 pints per week and cut out the wine altogether. It had to happen; I just don't think my body is processing most alcohol well at all anymore, judging from the effect it has on me. Oh, and to add insult to injury, I also went back on my diet. This, for those of you who aren't aware, is a low carb diet. My current mood: Pissed off and I'll probably cut you for that slice of bread you're eating. You have been warned.

My EDS also has been having a laugh: I've had a bit of an issue with my left wrist for a couple of weeks, but managed to strain it on Monday, when, much to the absolute horror of the two neighbours I had run into, my ankle crumpled underneath me and I went down...WHILE CROSSING THE ROAD. I've still got a bit of a sore foot, which means I have slightly torn the ligaments in my left foot again, but the wrist got another unplanned wrench, so it's been off and on with the brace. Feeling left out, my right knee has joined the party, in that I woke up Wednesday with a partial pseudo lock. The ligament has either swollen or got caught around the patella area. It's certainly clicking away like mad and knee movement has been a bit painful. Forty eight hours of a brace later, having avoided crutches and the dreaded stick and it seems to have settled down. None of this is particularly painful, just annoying. The knee wasn't related to Monday at all: it happened because it happens. For no reason. Often in the middle of the night. Note: "locked knees" require surgical intervention; pseudo locks do not, but are almost as painful (it will wake you up) and only eases when you bend it, which can be tricky.

I have been seeing a few new people and scaring them, which should come as no surprise and I've recruited another body for a quiz I'm planning for later in the year. I've got a couple of emails to send off about a possible pub night for local peeps too, which should be fun. And it's tourist season hell locally; time to add around 30 minutes to any bus journey after 9.00am, avoid historic sites and the international festivals kick off this week too. Oh, and Big Work Meeting on Monday, after which I will hopefully be back to work in a slightly more accommodating environment.

Happy weekend!