Day 4: I Know What The Best Lolly Is

Between B&Q and going to Greggs the Baker ("You want a pasty." "No I don't". "Yes you do." "No I don't. They are made of the noses of pigs"), we went to the newsagent so I could buy a copy of the Guardian that I wouldn't read so I could throw it away tomorrow morning. We thought we might want a lolly.

We both had a Calippo, and we both had 'Tropical Strawberry' flavour. I hadn't really heard of strawberries growing in the tropics but we had a look at the packaging and saw what we thought was a bit of pineapple, so we reckon that's what makes it tropical. Anyway, it was really nice. Kind of like sorbet in a tube, but not as runny. Not rock hard like an orange lolly from an icecream van at Whistable, but like really frozen hard sorbet. You should try one. You might like it. We did.

The Man on the Motorcycle also ate a caramel donut that he made me buy in Greggs the Baker. Donuts and things make me feel sick. They also make me run around and then fall asleep in mid-sentence, which is probably why people I know offer me sweets. Anyway, Man on the Motorcyle had an urgent need for a kip when we got back and I was in the middle of telling him about sugar rushes and Low GI and that when I noticed he'd fallen asleep.

I made some more low GI Muffins. This time I put in more eggs and less flour, and lots of blueberries (very expensive, particularly organic ones) and mushed up banana. The texture was better and they looked more like buns and less like bits of recovered grouting, but they still tasted fucking disgusting. I am going to spend all of Tuesday trying to make low GI Muffins that taste like a Tropical Strawberry Calippo. They'd be good, I think.