Day Thirty-Six: Famine Or Feast. (I Pick Feast!)

Today, we did nothing. I thought that I would mention that much at the very least, for there is very little else that I can add. Staying as we are, in Horsham, with family, our day was occupied generally with catching up with the many relatives that Bec has here in and around town. Even, I am sure, my most ardent of reader would be bored by any narrative I could construct about our day then, much of which was spent edging chairs around our hosts outdoor patio in an effort to keep the sun on us and the wind off of us, as liberal quantities of alcoholic beverages were consumed.

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A Bit Of Photo Magic Gives A Nice Warming Glow…

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…While The Reality Was Rather Much Cooler, With Rainbows And All.

Our evening culminated in a rowdy feast, shared by what could almost have passed for half of Horsham, where three types of meat were meritoriously roasted, salads aplenty were tossed, potatoes were baked and a serve of each of the desserts on offer would have filled (and in my case, did fill) multiple bowls. Naturally, all of this slovenly heavenly food was washed down with further measures of liquid sustenance, such that walking back to the van at the conclusion of festivities was with a rather rolling gait, with rolling being the operative word. In hindsight, it may have been just me partaking in the rolling part of the gala, but I cannot ratify that with any sort of reliability.

Over dinner, the topic of my water retention was also rather inconsiderately raised and was subject to much discourse, during which it was feebly and unconvincingly mentioned that maybe my ever tightening watch band might have more to do with weight gain than fluid. I outrightly discarded such an outlandish notion, on the grounds that if I could still see my belt past my girth, I would be able to confirm my suspicion that it was still possibly on the same notch as it had been 5 weeks ago. Thus, with no concrete evidence available, I declared that fluid retention was still the most likely culprit. End of story!

Until next time, have fun, stay safe and don’t forget to write.

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2 Responses to Day Thirty-Six: Famine Or Feast. (I Pick Feast!)

  1. Old man emu's avatar Old man emu says:

    SO BY THE TIME YOU READ THIS! IT WILL HAVE COME TO A SUDDEN CONCLUSION! thanks again mate for allowing us to share your amazing journey, I think it is our time now to head off for some discovering of our own, catch up shortly for some nibbles and drinkie poos, after you return to W?&#%@+*/, )/&¥₩£€¿§¶£$€, oh you know what I mean.

    You have kept safe and kept the shiney side up to whole way, congratulations.

    • Marcus's avatar Marcus says:

      OME, Concluded it has. My return to that ‘W’ place is approaching sooner than I expected. However, once settled back in your suggestion of nibbles and drinks sounds like a notion too good to pass up.
      Marcus.

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