Cheese in the fridge

I've got a big lump of cheddar in the fridge left by a friend living in Barcelona who forgot to take it back with him. People living in Barcelona always want cheddar when they come over - in my vast, three people experience. I'm joining them. You don't realise how much you eat of something til you can't eat it any more. Two weeks to go til I get nuked again and I'd better start taking this low iodine thing seriously. There are so many random things to steer clear of it's difficult negotiating food, and I haven't bothered so much this time. It's too boring to even write about, but if you're reading this because you came across it while you looking for stuff about Thyroid cancer and you want some tips, leave a message.

This blogging business is a bit like having one of those Tamegotchi fake pets that kids have, you feel you have to keep feeding it or it will die, but really it's a kind of pointless circular thing. Like - is anyone actually reading it? I don't think I'm a putting down in black and white kind of person - its a bit committing for my liking, but I suppose its good to have a record.