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I'm home and - thanks to a ten minute visit to the supermarket at the city bus stop - had chicken and salad for dinner and am the proud possessor of twelve mangosteens, two blood oranges, a big bag of macadamia nuts that just need shelling (for which purpose I have a very good hammer), sugar snap peas, snow peas and a loaf of ordinary brown bread. The loaf of ordinary brown bread came as a freebie with the chicken and salad and is a bit bemusing. I do not tend to buy much bread, and what bread I buy tends to be ... different.

Anyhow, I am half unpacked, my washing is in the machine, I am nearly two review books better read and am 1200 words advanced on my dissertation. All this doesn't make up for the time lost to illness (no novel written in the last few days!) or for the fact that I am not mended yet (and feel a bit as if I have been steam-rollered, to be honest), but the fact that I survived four days away after only three weeks back and that I have mangosteens makes me rather smug.

I will wait until tomorrow to sort out all the sudden panics and lose that smug look. In the meantime, I see rest and mangosteens, not necessarily in that order.


ETA: The mangosteens were a fizzle. They had been mishandled and were about two days past edibility.