Thank God for Chocolate

Is it me, or is the only point to Easter?

Admittedly, I'm still a little wierd, not having been anywhere near a hospital now for at least ten days. Perhaps I'm simply struggling with having to adjust out of my scone comfort zone - although I am rediscovering hot cross buns. Caught myself wondering what they taste like at Papworth/Addenbrookes/the Norfolk and Norwich and thought, with chagrin, that I'm probably only a step away from the 'mature' lady who dresses up to go and visit sick people she knows 'just to get out'.

Anyway, Recovering Husband is doing well. He has managed to put half a stone back on, a third of the weight he's lost, and he's in the enviable position of Eating For Britain. Trouble is, he's trying to recruit me to the cause. Now, I'm no biffa, I'm reasonably proud to say - I don't cut a bad gib for nearly 40 (clothed, and if you don't look at the face in daylight hours) - but I'm no sylph either. In today's terms, as far as Size Zero goes, you're looking at an upper thigh on a good month when I've managed to get to yoga more than once, walked to school a few times restraining Teenage Toddler, and haven't sat near a pot of double cream. Also, Recovering Husband is still not smoking and has replaced that addiction with a new one that seems to focus on vanilla ice-cream and home-made chocolate sauce. Have some cocoa with your butter...

We've also been out. Well, I say 'out'. I mean we've been to see my family and we've been to see one of my oldest friends - all people I can cope with in my current post-traumatic wierded-out state. It's been great to get out of the house somewhere other than a waiting room, and it's been nice being taken care of, albeit that they're all trying to feed up Recovering Husband too, and I have developed some kind of Contact Eating Disorder. I feel like a walking Christmas Dinner.

Spent the rest of Easter watching crap TV and a DVD of 'Syriana' with 'Gorgeous George' Clooney. Who must have got an Oscar for Best Supporting Beard, as far as I can make out. It's a long time since I've watched a film so dull I'd rather watch the news instead. Such a shame. I was prepared to like it, just as last week I was prepared to hate 'Casino Royale' and ended up smitten with Daniel Craig and shouting 'ditch the bitch, James!' at the screen. No comment from RH, as he was still up beyond 9pm and too tired to multi-task by watching and listening to me at the same time.
Also watched a rather good documentary on the infamous Outback Pom Murder with the rather lovely (if rather wrinkly these days) Bryan Brown as a bit of a tip-top QC. Mentioned to RH that I'd love to do a job like that instead of my rather pointless holiday copywriting. Still not used to him responding, so the 'Well, why not get on with it then? Do a course' like all I needed was to apply to a Learn Direct advert, came as a bit of a shock. I'd rather grown to like Passive Sick Husband. I've a sneaking suspicion I'd rather grown to like it a little too much.