That Friday Feeling

I don't know why, but I can't get motivated today. I feel like staying at home, in my most tatty, faded yet comfortable jim jams and veg out. Just writing this simple blog is taking every single bit of energy I can muster - and I'm even sitting down! It might be the weather, or it may be the fact that I have been going out after work practically every night this week. Not a good idea when you're getting on a bit like me.


I have quickly realised that I'm no longer in my 20's where partying 7 nights a week was normal. It seems that all those years of partying has taken its toll now that I am in my 30's. I can just about keep awake for last orders in my local pub. Gone are the days when I start the night out by having a few drinks in the pub/bar, then go off dancing the night away in a really cool club. The only club I go to now is my local bingo club - and even then I am pushed to stay past 9pm!


Oh the joys of life. When we're young, we struggle so hard to be grown up. Now that I'm heading towards 'the middle ages', I remember fondly the careless adventures of my youth. That's human nature, I suppose. Always looking for something you don't have.

The Curse of Battlestar Galactica

It’s another Tuesday night and once again, I have been relegated to the bedroom, while my other half sits in the living room, surround sound on full force, watching what I consider to be his mistress - Battlestar Galactica. For one hour, I am not allowed to wander down the stairs or say a word lest his majesty be terribly irate. And so I sit up here, surfing the net, listening to cheesy songs as I wait for those 60 long minutes to lapse til I can move freely around my own home.

Perverse it may seem, but I believe that it’s healthy for married couples to have time alone - so if that means I am banished to the top of the tower, as it were, I guess that’s a small price to pay for years of married bliss.

I think I've been Englified

Today, I experienced the weirdest thing - I didn't feel like eating rice.

For a Filipino, this is almost an impossibility. Case in point: I have a Filipino friend who has been living in the UK for almost 7 years and she still eats rice everyday. She's never had a Sunday Roast (which is a shame, really - something I intend to rectify sharphish!) and pretty much eats Pinoy food everyday.

I, on the other hand, have the best of both worlds. I enjoy a regular helping of Filipino cuisine, but at the same time, I also eat Mexican, Italian, Swedish, Spanish and of course, British food on a regular basis. My husband and I love good food and eating out is one of our passions.

But no matter what exotic cuisine I may pop into my big gob, I still manage to squeeze freshly boiled rice (the white one - you know, the one that's bad for you!) into my regular diet.

However, in recent days, my desire to eat rice has been laclustre at best. I've started craving for potatoes. In all shapes and kinds. Chips, crisps, boiled, fried, oven baked, roasted, mashed...Even the other half is starting to wonder, when one evening, he suggested we have Kare Kare. And for the first time in my 30+ years on God's good earth, I didn't feel like Filipino food, or any food that you ate rice with for that matter.

I told him I wanted a chip butty. He almost fainted. Is there something wrong with me?