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I don't think I ever gave my patient readers a wrap-up of my Not Buying Stuff week. In brief, it went very well; I must have saved a fortune in takeaway food and small indulgences. My self-imposed rule about only buying fresh food not only helped use up fridge and cupboard contents, but meant we ate lots of fresh food.

I think I need another week of self-abnegation next week, after yesterday's expedition to Newtown, where I bought a duck for putting things in and Iain M. Banks' The Algebraist. Jon and I also indulged in a rather terrific Thai feed. I had choo chee tofu, one of those curries where you eat faster and faster and faster and sweat beads on your upper lip. I also had my first sauvingnon blanc, which was delicious, and made Newtown bob up and down.

I'm starting to have the uncomfortable feeling Banks enjoys writing those innovative torture scenes just a tiny little bit too much.

Wholly unrelated to politics

Woken by cats at 5.30 am, I refuse to feed them until their usual breakfast time at 7 am. Frank is sitting on the desk, voicing his opinion and beating me about the head and shoulders with his tail.

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Ah, the sweet relief. (Thanks for the link, Mum.)

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Thought I'd plug my side-journal greennotebook, in which I record newly discovered words (well, newly discovered by me), by quoting a little of the update I've just done.
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I want to know the female version of nympholepsy, the state which a gentleman enters when gobsmacked by the sight of a beautiful woman. I think I entered it while watching Sense and Sensibility this afternoon. I have this instant coined Rickmangled but I'm sure there's already a term out there.