With Julie gone
for a week and another 3 weeks to go with her mum in Malacca, Malaysia I was
beginning to pine for the taste of South-East Asian food. Julie had left jars
of prepared sambal chilli paste, dried shrimp, tau foo and various other spice
pastes in the fridge. I decided to use her mum’s recipe for nonya laksa.
Prepared all the ingredients, prawns etc simmering away and went to the fridge
for the shirataki noodles. I
searched the fridge/freezer in the kitchen and the garage. I searched the
drawers and cupboards in the kitchen and the garage. None to be found. I did
find egg noodles. I decided to use them. I threw in a generous quantity,
measured my BG – 4.9- and tucked in to my favourite SE Asian street food.
Measured BG at one hour 8.1 at two hours 8.4, poured large scotch and allowed
myself a rather self-indulgent funk
I say
self-indulgent because viewing Channel 4 “Lost Children” soon snapped me out to
realise how lucky some of us are. I can do no better than quote an extract from
a review in today’s Guardian.
“Lost Children … looked
at what can happen when teenage hormones flood the body of an emotionally
battered boy. Josh was taken from his heroin-addicted mother at the age of
three and placed in more than 20 different homes before he was six, when he and
his little sister Demi were adopted by Sue, a social worker prepared to handle
a difficult child. "You think a lot of attention and love will be
enough," said Sue. But Josh is now 14 and it seems she was wrong. After a
good start at a special school run by Barnardo's for those who have been
excluded from the mainstream system, his behaviour deteriorated there and at
home. His drug use escalated and valuable objects started to go missing from
the house. Sue's voice got smaller, weaker, sadder by the minute. Eventually,
agonisingly, the adoption broke down and Josh returned to the care
system”
John
1 comment:
I would trade Julie in for a new slave. The selfishness of leaving you for a month and not laying on a months lowcarb grub. No consideration for your BG numbers and now you have to turn to drink.
This is typical of the modern woman. Self, self, self where did it go so wrong John. We treat woman with a bit of kindness and respect and they take us for mugs. We give an inch and they take a mile, it’s more wants more, jeez they will be demanding the vote next !
Eddie
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