Log entry number 31: I’ve got eggs but they’re going to expire soon so all my meals lately are so different– boiled egg, poached egg, half-boiled egg, sunny-side up egg, scrambled egg, you name it. I can’t even read the expiration date properly. Best Before 2.. something along 21-28. My future diarrhoea will know.
Log entry number 32: This is the hardest part of sharing a house with strangers. They’re baking chicken and I can smell it from my room. It’s so good. But all I can do is smell it. Then enjoy my lovely eggs later. I had two in the morning. 5 eggs left then I’m free to cook any other food. I can’t wait for freedom.