ZING

I just love that feeling you get when you’ve been asleep or otherwise stationary and foodless for a good period of time, and then you pop some sort of acidic fruit (in this particular instance a grape) into your mouth.  All of a sudden every ounce of your body goes ZING and the dancing in your mouth moves to your eyes moves to the hair on your arms.  You pull a face but not because it’s bad, but because it’s so GOOD and you can’t help it.  You realise that up to that point your eyes had not been all the way open.

Due to a stupid (and not really all that surprising) lack of public holiday forethought on my behalf, I am now going to venture into my car and try and find somewhere open that sells food.  A girl can’t live on grapes and stale bread alone, you know.

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