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Registered at the GP today. Absolutely no fuss whatsoever.

Went to the shops and discovered something rather annoying: there is almost no squash which does not have sweeteners in it. I seriously spent 5 minutes studying various labels to see if this one might by any chance really not have sweeteners.

See, you label these things. It says "With Sweeteners!" on the bottle. This is good. It saves me from picking up that bottle and being disappointed when I count the number of additives and sweeteners.

However, what isn't good is this: "No artificial sweeteners!". This leads me to go "Yay!" and lunge at the bottle, only to have my hopes crushed by the word 'saccharine'. It's a damned sweetener, you fools! It will therefore send me rocketing around the room within five minutes of drinking it and will have me in agony after thirty minutes. Of course, it won't because I won't drink it. See, I hate the taste of artificial sugar. It is vile. It is evil. (Ooh, an anagram. Pretty.)

I ended up buying High Juice. It's orange squash. I don't particularly like orange squash. But hey, I'll take what I can get.

(Although, after complaining about the lack of proper squash, a kind fairy dropped by to exchange electronic hostages and dropped off some lovely crushes and a very interesting ginger and lemongrass cordial. *snuggles him*)

I'm otherwise enjoying myself immensely and the holiday feeling is nearly gone. Occasionally I have to pinch myself and remind me that I'm not going back, so I don't have to buy all the lovely things I see in the shops, because I'll be here next week and so will they.

And now I will be bad and try out this recipe again.

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Registered at the GP today. Absolutely no fuss whatsoever.

Went to the shops and discovered something rather annoying: there is almost no squash which does not have sweeteners in it. I seriously spent 5 minutes studying various labels to see if this one might by any chance really not have sweeteners.

See, you label these things. It says "With Sweeteners!" on the bottle. This is good. It saves me from picking up that bottle and being disappointed when I count the number of additives and sweeteners.

However, what isn't good is this: "No artificial sweeteners!". This leads me to go "Yay!" and lunge at the bottle, only to have my hopes crushed by the word 'saccharine'. It's a damned sweetener, you fools! It will therefore send me rocketing around the room within five minutes of drinking it and will have me in agony after thirty minutes. Of course, it won't because I won't drink it. See, I hate the taste of artificial sugar. It is vile. It is evil. (Ooh, an anagram. Pretty.)

I ended up buying High Juice. It's orange squash. I don't particularly like orange squash. But hey, I'll take what I can get.

(Although, after complaining about the lack of proper squash, a kind fairy dropped by to exchange electronic hostages and dropped off some lovely crushes and a very interesting ginger and lemongrass cordial. *snuggles him*)

I'm otherwise enjoying myself immensely and the holiday feeling is nearly gone. Occasionally I have to pinch myself and remind me that I'm not going back, so I don't have to buy all the lovely things I see in the shops, because I'll be here next week and so will they.

And now I will be bad and try out this recipe again.