Issues and issues

Thursday and I feel the full force of today crashing on me with a solos, courtesy the rains.
Today is tight .
There's workout, there's work to be finished and then there's this weird pressure I feel when the housekeeper comes because two hours from my day suddenly get erratic .
The lunch goes fast and without much enthusiasm because I can't eat to the sound of vacuuming and any place I sit to work the housekeepers miraculously appears to clean it.
Don't get me wrong because I need her once a week to spruce up my house thoroughly. Things that sometimes I'm too lazy to do like cleaning the window panes and mirrors brighten to a glassy shine but those two hours have me incapacitated.

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I am an aspirational fried food eater.
Yesterday at the lovely high tea buffet, which by the way seemed to have been infested by the same breed of people who haunt Costco, I found myself unable to indulge in the second fried prawn cutlet which I'd found so delicious.
There wasn't anything wrong with it, just that my gullet found itself recoiling from the little niblets of fried things, especially ones with a thick crumb coating.
There were tiny cabbage and meat stuffed fried rolls that were delicious, but one roll down I found myself making way to the steamed dumplings and found myself not picking anything fried after.
I mean the fat girl fantasy meals I imagine are always choke full of fried calamari and fried bread and fried cheeses and in actuality I'm unable to consume any of that.
It's a problem. I don't like it.
I sat there sipping on Earl grey, eating little scones and a few dumplings and fruits .
What on earth!!