I Quit Sugar, Days 39-56: It kind of petered out towards the end.

…eh.

In hindsight, giving up sugar for a period of time during which I knew some Important Things were probably going to happen, was probably not the greatest idea I’ve ever had.

In saying that, though, I was in the 7th and 8th weeks of this eight-week journey when the Important Things happened, so in a way, I felt like I had already succeeded doing what I wanted to do when I started this, which was to kick my sugar addiction to the curb.

Also, no pre-Christmas baking can ever occur without the baker sampling the fruits of their labor, many times over. I’m sure that is written in at least one of history’s great cookbooks. And if it isn’t, it should be.

The Threat of Deportation

A quick perusal of my entries on this blog has indicated that I have not yet explained what my immigration status has been since I moved to the UK with my family five years ago. A few weeks ago I was invited to a massive joint birthday celebration in Disneyland Paris. After thinking about it, I realised with the sort of horror one realises when one is trying to deny something that has a very real chance of happening, that I might not be legally allowed to live in this hemisphere by then. My invite acceptance status is thus currently “maybe”.