My special one

One thing I never considered, before becoming an Aunty, was how much my behaviours would regress to childhood just by being around a child. I took her to a bookshop the other day and she found a book called 'Walter the Farting Dog' (seriously). Although it was an intriguing book, with a riveting storyline, I was doing my best to get her to swap it for something that wouldn't get me in trouble, like fairy princesses or ponies. I went to take it from her and she clasped it to her chest, put a painfully earnest expression on her small face and said, with complete sincerity 'but this is my special one.' Gah! How do you compete with that?? I'm such a pushover. The girl has learned that tantrums don't work and now she has developed superior manipulation skills. It's really quite fightening.

So, you'll understand my behaviour when Jase walked in bearing a package for me, from Kek, who knows me very well and is obviously karmically connected to my deeper soul. I bounced around a bit, grabbed the parcel, clasped it to myself, whispered 'my special ones' and hid it somewhere very private. 

What was it? Only a box of the best chocolates in the universe from Koko Black. As I've moved away from compulsive eating and toward a more relaxed and aware attitude with food, I have become a real snob with treats. If I'm going to eat a calorie bomb it had better be well worth those calories. Those carefully crafted calories had better be more than fantastic and be placed into their box by polite ladies wearing velvet gloves, like at Koko Black. 

Has anyone here seen 'Ratatouille'? I'm like the food critic... "If I don't love it, I don't.. sssswallow'. My special chocolates also came with instructions to eat one a day for he best curative effect. It's working! My vision is improving daily. I really think that it's to do with my eye muscles doing something new. Like any muscle, they ache when learning a new movement and get weak when fatigued. Today I was practicing and got really good long distance vision, which temporarily caused my short distance vision to crap out. The change of pace, from looking at close things, to mid-distance, to long distance takes a little bit of adjustment - about 15 minutes. I can actually get good vision at any distance but not quickly and when I'm tired it all goes slightly fuzzy. However, it's all quite promising and I've still got four chocolates to go. I'm saving the walnut one (my very special one) for last.