well, started my diet for my test on friday. Breakfast consisted of boiled eggs with plain white bread. I haven't ever boiled an egg before this morning, I ate soft boiled eggs when I was a kid, but never since. I researched on the net and opinion was that it should be bring to the boil then leave simmering for 3 minutes to have a full runny yolk. I followed this to the letter, except for really struggling to get them out the pan, had to opt for a pair of tongs in the end, which was still very tricky. Took them in the loung, beat the top off then found the yolk to be disappointingly mostly solid. It wasn't a particularly taste-filled experience. I'd much rather have my eggs scrambled or fried (poaching looks nice but involves far too much technique). I think I missed a crucial stage in not running them under a cold tap afterwards to stop them continuing cooking themselves. I shall attempt that in the morning which will be my final meal before the test.
I have the delight of boiled rice for my dinner today. and for tea.
Saw two incredibly small blokes on my walk to the bus stop yesterday. One crossing the road fully suited and booted but just really, really tiny. He was all in proportion though so I think that makes him a midget, it's dwarves that are the odd looking ones as I recall. Don't know where the bloke got his clothes from, I wonder if they have catalogues for that sort of thing? Surely they must do as they can't buy childrens clothes all the time. Then I got to the bus stop and a bloke gets out of a parcel force van to deliver a hoover and he was absolutely tiny as well (but all in porportion again). He was struggling a bit but I didn't want to patronise him by helping him out. delivery guy probably isn't the best career if you are 'vertically challenged' though. Once saw a drawf removal man at an old office building I worked at. He was quite grey and weathered and struggling to carry this large box, I could see the other removal bloke sniggering at the van. I would be lying if I said I didn't have a giggle once I got outside. Just not the right career choice really is it? Especially for a dwarf who have the rather limiting leg clearance/arm size thing going on. I'm terrible for laughing at dwarves, I know how wrong it is but I just can't help it. A few weeks back I was sat with a friend in my local (which has high tables and stools) and this rather hip-hop looking dwarf comes in, jewellery, backwards cap, baggy trousers, the works. I just had to sit and look out the window for 20 minutes trying desperately not to laugh out loud while tears streamed down my face. His friends just sat on the high stools and looked down at him chatting, I suppose it would have been demeaning if they'd lifted him onto the high stool but it just looked odd. A lad I used to work with though they should build a theme park which has a old-world village built to dwarf scale and they would potter about (paid dwarf actors), going to church and things. You would pay your fee and get to wander round the village like a giant as they all ran screaming, lifting up church roofs with them terrified inside and that. He had it all thoroughly thought out. There used to be a little black dwarf in croydon town centre who would spin bicycle wheels on his nose. Very odd.
Anyway, I'm off to make some scenery for a CG penguin enclosure.....
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