All loud on the domestic front

Well, it was a bad food day again. I don't know what came over me. And I am no domestic goddess. This morning I came downstairs and found that I'd dyed all of our white towels pink and that all of our sunflowers have blown down. Which is a great shame.

I am just doing our online chat with random students from all over the world and boy have we had some nutters this morning. I am currently chatting with someone who has said (in response to my question 'where are you from?') "from the giant of Africa, that's Nigeria for you dear". And I have been called Madam more times today than I would care to be called in the rest of my life.

Anyway. Yesterday I ate:
A banana
An Apple
2 x pears
Leftover macaroni cheese
2 x scones with jam and cream
2 x toast and butter
Venison steaks with carrots, broccoli and mashed potato

And I did no exercise cos I was knackered and lay on the sofa all night watching v small gymnasts or swimmers. And felt guilty. And I want to look like Amanda Beard. So a bad, bad day.

I'm getting quite concerned aboutthis bloke I am chatting with. He keeps saying 'thatz gr8'.