Prince Peter meantime loses his head and his family get thrown in the moat while the new prince Paolo picks his peculiar shade of paint to coat his arms and walls.
Then in the greatest irony of all England welcome in their German cousins and rename themselves after a town. Some people are proud of their heritage and all the family names, others, like true grifters, will grab a new one from a graveyard or in our monarch's case a town, ideally one with a castle, it says, in the Grifters guide to the universe.
I don't care, if like the rest of us, they hand some of this wonderful booty back to help fund the fight on homelessness. If they use their lands to make villages where people can prosper and not have to head off to the big city to try to find a place to live. Keep the homeless at home, many don't want to leave town, they just can't stay under the same roof anymore.
It could be a cynical power play to make sure homelessness is kept off his land but the prince of paupers seems to be putting his money and his lands where his mouth is, or is he just keepings those hands in his pockets. Well that's not for me to know or guess, but I look forward to living long enough to see what happens next.
My weight took a downtime week as I ate less and less. I'd got up to 15/7 but after two weeks it's back down to 15/1. I've resorted to having a protein shake a day and it's helping. I've not lost anymore and I had enough energy to go for a 5 miles walk.
I've just been exceptionally lazy at eating. Hard to describe for someone who spent a lot of time telling himself you don't need another sandwich. For 55 years all I remember is being hungry and greedy. I genuinely couldn't stuff enough food in.
There were few foods I wouldn't devour. Few drinks I wouldn't consume and I was a nightmare at an all you can eat buffet. As a 17 year old, I once ate 5 consecutive 3 course meals in the halls of residence as a charity stunt. The chef gave me extra and I tucked them all away inside an hour. What was worse I went into town 3 hours later and got myself a baked tattie. So now what's new? I've got no idea but the mouth just doesn't hanker after anything as I don't really salivate. This is the kernel of a new diet plan. Suppression of the glands makes eating tough so you're properly chewing or masticating for ever. Ultimately you get tired and after weeks of this you finally capitulate and stop eating unless your forced.
I don't think I'd ever thought I'd find myself saying I wouldn't want to eat every second of the day. All my life I've wanted to eat every second of the day, even when I was being pukey Mc'ewe, the bolemic Bambino who thought he could keep his weight down and hangovers away if he just emptied the contents of his stomach routinely.
So now I'm back on the protein shakes to keep the weight up. Cheese and chocolate, those Christmas catering cart horses can't help either. I normally gain a stone from them but I'm not liking them at all. It's so funny force feeding me chocolate. I'm opening the box but every chocolate tastes like a 90% cocoa solids one. My palate just thinks it's so bitter and not enjoyable. Worse still is it doesn't seem to concern me so if I get the all clear in the New Year I can see me getting down to 12 stone.
I'm sure that won't happen and the glands will improve along with the palate but it seems as faraway as ever. Quite simply I'm finding this the toughest part of the journey. My head is hurting today as well which I'm not sure if I banged it or I just am getting it from trying to eat something as challenging as spaghetti and meatballs. Whatever it is I'm in my bed at 8pm instead of being out partying on a Friday night. Yep, it's a pain alright.
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