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Don’t worry, I am very confident this project cannot last any longer than a couple more weeks!

But on with the … very minimal content.

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Joaquim continues to terrorise the parsley, unabated.

Joe/Frank refers to him as the adorable pest.

We should be well pleased that he is not tearing holes in the walls … yet.

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Don and I arrived home on Thursday evening to discover that Joe/Frank had dropped a casserole dish and effected a cunning repair:

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We’re thinking of making an offer for a property. The conveyancer is reviewing the contract. We’re not terribly confident our offer will be accepted, but it is very scary, grown-up stuff nonetheless.

More details as they come to hand.

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Honestly, could I get more middle-aged?

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Scrupulously recording what I’m eating (so far) has brought home that food really does not appear to be contributing to my extreme chubbosity.

Thus I’ve made some very small, but significant life decisions – one of which is that there will be no more ill-fitting clothes in this haus (or at least this wardrobe – Don and J/F can rock on with their baggy selves!) – I will embrace the pudge!

And so I have been culling the wardrobe and purchasing new bras.

Embrace those curvy curves!

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Yes, okay, so it isn’t strictly tweating, but I love the name so much I am sticking with it!

Using this as a total excuse, henceforth, instead of harshing my own mellow, I plan to be kind to myself and revel in my loveliness.

I’ll wait while you throw-up.

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Anyway, as we all know, I’ve put on quite a good deal of weight over the past year.

I recently visited Serge for a follow-up after The Operation and did not receive the most positive of news (which we might go into later). Serge did confirm that the mirena (which has done many good things for my issues) has been known to cause weight gain. Great!

This, combined with my recent purchase of size 16 yoga pants(!), has made me decide to document my food consumption – just to be sure that it is not my piggishness that is contributing to my delightful curvaceousness (you see what I did there).

And so I began tweeting my eating (or “tweating” as the ever-excellent smallstakes termed it), but now I think I might save it for the blog (as is mucho easier to track).

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Unkind people (ie. Don) suggested that rather than documenting food as explanation of my chubbosity, I might want to start documenting my alcohol consumption. Pish to that! Already already I’ve ignored muffins and handsful of chips in my quest for authenticity.

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As part of the whole be lovely thing, on Friday I lashed out on some lovely items including a vanilla candle (long time readers will be aware of my adoration of vanilla).

Once lit, the candle was less of the vanilla orchid and more of the rainbow paddlepop, but as rainbow paddlepops are my second favourite scent, I could not complain and would totally smear over self – except for that burny wax thing.

Holy Goodness! Surely middle aged candle-buying is something that happens to other people.

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And on middle-agedness, Don and I attended an open for inspection on Saturday afternoon in a suburb I’d not really considered. My primary criteria for a property is the ability to walk home without dying (or taking more than 1.5 hours) and to stroll out onto a nearby street at any time of day or night and hail a cab (I don’t know why, it just is) and this (just) fit that criteria

We walked in and the haus smelled of vanilla. From that point I was pretty much sold.

We’d not planned to even start looking in earnest until February, but Don will be placing a call our lovely (ex-SaltMinesLimted) mortgage broker tomorrow.

As far as we could ascertain through the trees, the quite giant light was suspended from a quite giant crane.

Last night we decided to investigate and walked around the foreshore – whereupon we discovered our assumptions were incorrect. The quite giant light was illuminating White Bay Power Station

Quite giant light is that enormous glowing bus-sized thing slightly right of centre

Don commented that surely it must be for filming. I suggested it might be for the filming of The Great Gatsby, which we both immediately discounted, because we could not think of any possible connection with the novel and a decaying, disused powerstation (except for, you know, some kind of tortured metaphor).

Turns out it totally was for The Great Gatsby. Though I would poke my eyes out with a blunt or burnt sticke than watch any Baz Luhrmann film, I may have to force myself just to see how they work this into the plot.

There was also a very pretty full moon:

Methinks someone in product development has been watching a little too much futurama.

So much white space¹ that the google header bit now takes up precisely 1/3 of my screen (yes of course I measured: 6.5cm / 19.5cm). This makes reading content really quite annoying, especially when images are involved.

So I’ve given up and gone to bloglines, which I used around 2 centuries ago, and which seems much superior to that of old.

With the added bonus that the header bits take up 1/10 of the window.

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Gmail has been revamped too, with a similar look.

ye olde gmail interface

shiny, new gmail interface

Much less fussy, but very easy for the unwary to click on ads because they look startlingly similar to the emails.

from: here