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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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The following day I was quite apologetic but he seemed to think nothing of having been disturbed by me. I also told him of the nightmare and said I didn't think I should take any more of the capsules. "No you shouldn't take any more of them" "Well, then what shall I do with them, throw them away?" "Oh no, bring them back and we shall try them on someone else." There had been days on beans. There were days on potatoes. Potatoes and more potatoes. Hot potatoes in the diet kitchen; cold potatotes to pack along for mid-meal snacks and at night to relieve distress and keep something in the stomach. A hot baked or a freshly boiled potato in its jacket in acceptable at any time, providing it is served with plenty of butter; but a cold potato, well, it can never be anything but a cold potato! In the diet kitchen one fine morning I was dished up a whole plateful of fried potatoes, swimming in grease. Now fried potatoes are marvellous for certain people at certain times but for me... Tricks! Tricks again! Tricks just to observe action and reaction. I was hungry. I had moreover had distress most of the night - and then to have a heap of fried potatoes shoved at
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The following day I was quite apologetic but he seemed to think nothing of having been disturbed by me. I also told him of the nightmare and said I didn't think I should take any more of the capsules. "No you shouldn't take any more of them" "Well, then what shall I do with them, throw them away?" "Oh no, bring them back and we shall try them on someone else." There had been days on beans. There were days on potatoes. Potatoes and more potatoes. Hot potatoes in the diet kitchen; cold potatotes to pack along for mid-meal snacks and at night to relieve distress and keep something in the stomach. A hot baked or a freshly boiled potato in its jacket in acceptable at any time, providing it is served with plenty of butter; but a cold potato, well, it can never be anything but a cold potato! In the diet kitchen one fine morning I was dished up a whole plateful of fried potatoes, swimming in grease. Now fried potatoes are marvellous for certain people at certain times but for me... Tricks! Tricks again! Tricks just to observe action and reaction. I was hungry. I had moreover had distress most of the night - and then to have a heap of fried potatoes shoved at
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