I've been feeling a bit rough lately and I'm inclined to blame the Jam. I'm not ill. I just feel a bit hot and weak all of the time - like I did when I first went to Seville. However, instead of blaming it on the heat, the lack of sleep, or the constant moving about, I am blaming it on the Jam. When we are on the move, our diet consists of bread and Jam. But not just any bread, crumbly-goes-all-over-you and has-probably-been-out-of-date-for-a-while bread. We eat this because it is the only thing that we can find that is easily transportable and can do breakfast, lunch, dinner and then breakfast, lunch, and dinner again. It is the only thing that is spreadable and the keyword: cheap. I'm staring to hate Jam. We thought we'd go a bit wild by changing our jar of 'Mixed Fruits Jam' to 'Pineapple Jam', but to no avail. It's still slowly sucking out my will to live. Even the brief fling with rolls yesterday didn't help. I need to find some philadelphia or some dairylea soon.
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