Soan Papdi sweetened my day.

The bus stop was fairly busy this morning. Dipped a bit into Michael Charon's Telegraph Avenue. I like the sounds of the story but his heavy descriptions are putting me off. At times, he even goes 'harlequin romance' and uses the word 'pivot' just so he can be specific. The only people I know who use that word in fiction are American romance writers.

Anyway I'm not feeling the book because I like a little more action in my books and not layered with description - no matter how clever or original it is. Yawn. Boring. However I'll keep on trying.

Got to work to find out I missed some kind of drama. Great. Had lunch, not so great. Didn't have pudding either. Bought a book from the charity bin - not that interesting but was only 50p.

Ate some bengoli sweets called Soan Papdi. Very nice. Flaky and yum. After a long day at work, went to the gym. Crowded and full of super-fit people. I'm still on my obesity drive, and glad to announce this is the start of the second week of gymming. I'm doing like 15-20 minutes on the treadmill depending the music. Lasted twenty minutes, quick stretches as the floor was full, then adieu to the gym.

Tried to get the bus, when stupid bus driver drove past. Not impressed. Visited a mate to say hello. Paid my gas bill and that's about it.

Yeah, that's me.

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