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Having spent a month in Cumbria I have reached my one and only conclusion about the place.

Namely, that everyone here wants you to eat cake.

All the many, many coffee shops serve delicious and cheap cake. Booths down the road is a fairly small supermarket but still sells an inordinate amount of cake. Lancaster which is near enough to Cumbria to be implicated in the Crimes of Cake (DAMN YOU LANCASTER) has the nicest freaking CUPCAKE-AND-CAKE-BASED CAFE IN THE WORLD and, not content with simply the cafe (!!!!) they have stalls in the Wednesday and Saturday markets also flinging AMAZING and CHEAP (99p a cupcake! And they are AMAZING! Starbucks charges more than that for a biscuit!) cupcakes at you in an unthinkable variety of flavours, colours and decoration every time you walk past.

Everyone in Cumbria is obsessed with cake. And, over the last month with no job to go to and only my trip to Australia to plan, I have eaten increasing amounts of cake. This week with pre-period assorted aches, general sleep deprivation, and having to cook dinner every night for my dad because my mother has buggered off back to Wales to dig up her garden or somesuch nonsense, I progressed to chocolate and crumpets as well.

In short I stood up earlier, caught sight of myself in the mirror, and stopped to gape in mute horror for almost a minute. I was a little squishy at the edges before after nine months of sitting in an office but now I'm definitely starting to show a solid month of cake. It's- it's really got to stop.

Well probably not tomorrow because I spent most of today on the sofa with a hot water bottle and tomorrow, apart from a trip to the post-office, looks to be fairly similar. But as soon as nature stops treating me as her punchbag I will climb the rather large hill behind our house at least twice a week or more.

And stop eating cake. That's probably the main thing. Maybe I'll have one Yummy Cupcake before Oz but only if I climb that damn hill.

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Speaking of Oz, I haven't worked out my travel plan yet (somehow it is Thursday and all I've done all week is be a couch potato -_-) but I have got a credit card and overdraft for my In Case situations on the other side of the world and seen the lightweight trainers I need to buy in Lancaster so I need to go back for them sometime next week. And I'm going to our Saturday market to see if the stall there can unlock my phone so I can use the damn travel sim in it, after which I can pass around my Oz phone number. I'm still annoyed that I'll have to pay to unlock my damn phone just to use a travel sim in it. Thanks a bunch there Orange. You just used up your awesome for those ads right there.

I really wanted to capitalise sim there but I'm pretty sure that's just too many years of The Sims. Hm.

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The thing that I cried at in tonight's Grey's Anatomy episode was the pigs. I cry every week at something or other and this week it was at the pigs. I like pigs; they are smart and cute and you, Dr McDeep-and-lasting-trauma-aw-bless-whatever, have a lot of making up to do. McPigkiller.

(...I am aware that they were plastic pigs. This is not the point. One of them was called Wilbur and I have enough lasting emotional damage from Charlotte's Web thank you, wihout Grey's adding to the therapy bill.)

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So far this week I've achieved about two things on my very long to-do list, which is bad. But on the plus side I finally caught that goddamn Hylian Loach on Twilight Princess. Maybe I can roast and eat it when I end up lost in the middle of Australia.


edit: I didn't realise until I hit post that I'd forgotten to pick an icon due to hurrying because of my "low battery!" warning... and my default icon has a pig. Dear Universe: I approve.