theruthoftheworld

Waaaaa, I’m throwing my toys out the pram!

Has anyone eaten smarties recently?  We were clearing out my Grans house when my brother stumbled upon her chocolate stash, a half eaten bar of dairy milk, York fruits were among a number of things out of date, however there were 4 smarties tubes which were amazingly still in date, so there being four cousins we had one each.

Now I opened them yesterday, not to see the usual bright smarties, but dull and dreary colours.  The orange looked more like terracotta than an orange, the purple had no sparkle, the brown, well that was just wrong looking, and to top it of there were white ones – since when, oh and no blue ones.  I think the only colour that looked ok was Pink.

So now comes the burning question – are all smarties like this?  Is it because they now have no artificial colours? Or was it because they were in my gran’s cupboard for a couple of months.  I think it may be a long time before I buy another pack of smarties, it’s just not the same without the colours, I mean if you’re going to give your kid’s sweets, what difference will the colouring make?

Grrrrrr, ok, rant over now

I need some Oomph

I have no motivation or spark, I just can’t seem to get up and go. I know I should, and I often think about doing things, but never actually do them until I really have to.

I’ve tried motivating myself by saying ‘if you do X you can have Y’ but I don’t have the self control to not have Y if I don’t do X!

So what about friends and family? Why don’t I get them to give me a kick up the nether regions? Well I have this stubborn streak where if someone tells me to do something I dig my heels in and try harder not to do it.

So I’m back to me again and how to self motivate, another midnight promise - I must watch less TV. Maybe I should write to sky and complain, since the row I now have Hallmark channel and find myself glued to it most days. Sad but true.

An interesting idea, but it’s not gonna help me. I know only I can do that, it’s just working out how . . . .