Breakfast the Sixty-Fourth

Toast with peanutbutter and jam. 

Woopsy. I entirely forgot that the latest batch of pink horse pills are in in fact 400mg of ibuprofen, not 200.... which means that in the last 24 hours I've had twice as many as I ought to have. Oops. They don't seem to have had any adverse effects yet.

Other than relating news of overdosing, today I can but sing the praises of lovely Edinburgh taxi drivers who wait to see you are safely indoors before driving off. (Though I must say, I often feel rather ashamed about how long it takes me to dig my keys out of my handbag...)