weigh golden syrup...really?

i've just been parading about the garden;according to a website youre supposed to walk 10000 steps a day, i counted 200 for good measure but autumn is so distracting. the blackberries are out again, though i dont think they really count as eating 'tween meals because how else do you fit 5 fruits into a day. the bugs inside of blackberries must have some nutritional value. ive spent a lot of today on a chocolate cake forum, i cant actually believe they have them but apparently so, but then they have confectioners sugar and doesnt that sound adorable so they cant be all bad. i assembled a lemon curd sort of a cake in a steamer. i was about to become one of those im v anti who think fruit is somehow dessert but no, not on this day although i think im getting better, it fitted into a jar and everything. it somehow spread all over the place so now the kitchen is all lemony. ill put it down to lack of quality sleep. i spend an awful lot of time asleep but then sometimes its not the right kind of sleep so it doesnt count so i acutally probably sleep the same amount as everyone else. except perhaps fisherman who dont seem to sleep at all. it looks so v cold and wet and dark, its a wonder health and safety let them go out onto the ocean. i should like a pet prawn, theyre such kookie creatures, and you could dye its food and itd change colour, or is that flamingos? hmmm. the past few days have been spent on a living room floor in cambridge where i came to realise something monumental; i always thought my mums 'partner' ignored the mess he made but actually it turns out he just cant see it. since sunday i have been inch deep in dust imagining all sorts of wildlife creeping over my sheet, singular. he didnt have a spare dovet or sleeping bag or blanket or the awareness to tell me to bring one. the south it seems is warmer, sleeping under my coat, it was a lot like camping, except without the stars. i am however now the proud owner of some truly fabulous shoes, really they are beautiful adn are to be somehow worked into a fancydress outfit by a week today.
17 hours and bed calls.