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Date: 20 September 2008 15:59:07
They say (whoever "they" are) that the quickest way to a man's heart is through his stomach. However, "they" are once again talking utter cobblers. When someone requires heart surgery, I'm pretty certain the surgeons just cut into the chest rather than starting at the stomach (I've seen it on Casualty, therefore it must be true).
I'm thinking about stomachs today (as you do) because mine is full, and yet at the same time is telling me that it wants some more food. How is this possible?
Let me explain, gentle reader. My cell group decided the other day that we'd quite like to get together and have a big fry-up one morning. We then realised that, thanks to everyone's busy schedules, if we didn't do it today then we wouldn't do it til Christmas. And we'd be pretty hungry by then.
So this morning we gorged ourselves on sausages, bacon, eggs, beans, hash browns, mushrooms, tomatoes, toast, bread, tea, coffee, juice and probably something else that I've forgotten about. Now, we often refer to ourselves as "the cell that eats well" or, if you prefer, "the padded cell" due to the fact that we always seem to have loads of snacks in each week; but this morning, I think we excelled ourselves. But my word, it was good.
Now having had such a large meal first off (and we didn't eat til about 10) I figured I probably wouldn't want much, if anything, for lunch. Well, a little after 3, my stomach started saying otherwise*. So I've just eaten a little something - and now I'm properly full again, and bearing in mind I'm going out this evening, I'm not sure what dinner is going to involve. I'm having horrible visions of Monsieur Creosote...
Anyway, as I was saying - stomachs. Everyone knows cows have four stomachs (well, technically they only have one stomach, which is in four compartments - I just checked on Wikipedia, so it must be true), and I've long subscribed to the theory that humans have separate stomachs for savoury and sweet. How else do you explain that, five minutes after I've decided I'm full and can't possibly face anything else, I'm suddenly thinking about dessert?
Right, enough of this... waffer-thin mint, anyone?
*please note, my stomach doesn't actually speak; that would be weird.