Day 11
Morrison’s was shut. Closes at 8pm now. So still no limoncello.
Missed another Big Clap last night, apparently. Not doing very well with the community spirit.
I exercised this morning, in the Dining Room-Gym. Managed 35 press-ups, and 100 sit-ups (not all at once, obviously, I was taking on sustenance throughout in the form of First and Second Breakfast).
Immediately afterwards I felt quite faint and considered taking the rest of the day off to recover. I opened the Dining Room-Gym window in case my flatmate found the combination of the Overnight Fragrance and the Indoor Exercise Aroma overwhelming. The feelings of faintness subsided.
Just before my shower I hopped on the bathroom scales. Not good. In the space of 48hrs I’ve gone from 90.5 to 199.2.
I then realised my flatmate had switched us back to Imperial units. Turns out that 199.2 lb is 90.4 kg. So that’s a win. A whole 100g lighter!
I contemplate putting my feet up for a bit and celebrating with a Caramel Wafer. Although that’s actually my working posture now – lounging in an armchair, feet up on a stool, laptop on my lap keeping me warm, eating Caramel Wafers.
I settled in the Multipurpose Facility, ready to do some work. I could murder an Empire Biscuit right now.
Later, my flatmate comes through from the Dining Room-Office, where he has been working. He is breathlessly excited.
“I’ve been given permission to go into the office to get some keys!”
“No way”
“Yes!”
He’s quite beside himself. Minutes later he runs out the front door.
Minutes later, he comes back through the front door. I fear that he has been thwarted by a new Police Anti-Movement barricade or something. But it turns out he has just forgotten his phone.
Hair Update: voluminous
Limoncello Update: no change