Ginger

Apparently, the main Post Office in Falmouth, on The Moor, has closed very suddenly and shockingly. A post office closing! The Moor has been under repair for the last few months, it looks like it’s being repaved, but the work has been going on a very long time. Which is a pain, as it’s meant that the market which is usually every Tuesday has almost disappeared. A few stalls have moved to Prince of Wales Quay, but it’s not the same.

Markets are great, much more interesting than supermarkets. There’s a place for Asda and Tescos, but the smaller shops are much better. I went into the health food shop on the High Street yesterday for the first time, I think previously I’d just been too lazy to walk all the way up there. It was great! So much stuff, I had a happy wander round for ages. Didn’t actually buy anything, but the staff were really helpful, and when I have more money I will buy my stocks of crystallised ginger from there.

Another secret weakness along with hazelnut and chocolate spread. Which I had a generous amount of on toast this morning, heavenly and so sweet. I had to have chocolate in some form after ostensibly giving it up for Lent. No, I’ve been pretty good, and I even walked down the confectionery section of Tescos yesterday without blinking an eye. Or drooling. Quite an achievement.

I’m eating tons of fruit and vegetables. So many raw carrots my skin will probably turn orange very soon. Since last summer I haven’t had a cold, and I want to keep it that way. Touch wood. Well, imitation wood style plastic table top anyway. I really don’t want to get ill. But I have a suspicion I might be about to. Again, I couldn’t sleep last night, and my throat is very dry today despite having drunk gallons of water. Better prepare for the worst and buy a box of balm tissues in and some lemon and ginger teabags.