Feeling my oats, if oats can be said to belong to anyone

Tuesday I had brain poking, which ended up very much about family.  In the evening I went to Speights for dinner with my father and sister.  I recall not what else I did with the day.  Wait, I also built my Lego bonsai then.

Wednesday, happened.... I assume.  I think I sent out flatwarming facebook event invites then.

Thursday, I had lunch with Oli but otherwise was just tidying my flat at a very slow speed.

This trend followed with more slow cleaning on Friday, broken up by a trip to the swimming pool with Tina and Midget.  And for dinner I went to Nando's with Simon and Firmin.  Was a nice night.

Saturday morning I was doing cleaning for the flatwarming until my dad and sister arrived so I could use dad for his car and go places and buy things.  Mitre 10 Mega for more 3M hooks and a toilet brush.  Frozen Direct for savouries and cookie dough.  Couplands to realise all the things I wanted from there I had already bought at Frozen Direct.  The Cheesecake Shop to realise I should never go anywhere with my sister after I got scammed into buying her some cake.  And finally to Pak'n'Save for unnecessary amounts of soda water.

I generally over-prepared in the stuff.

While under-preparing in the cleaning.

I had things just passable by the time the first guest arrived.  A couple of guests commented on how spotless I kept things - so the patches of dust I realised I missed may only have been super obvious to me. 

A bunch of people came through in slightly overlapping groups.  It was nice and never too high pressure, so I only freaked out with hosting a little bit.  The most people in my flat at one time was 10, and that included three pre-schoolers (who screamed a lot, and chased each other around with my soft toy snake, and later the octopus my father made).

I think it counts as nice.

Today has been pain.  My body is enraged at all the doing stuff I did yesterday so I am weak and made of muscle fatigue pains.

[edit, at almost midnight but still technically today so can write in this entry without feeling like it is cheating]

I forgot to explain the title.

I have been breakfasting on oats, in oat milk, sweetened with a spoon of oat-based vegan ice cream.  This has been a thing for a while.  But it was today that I realised it is the reason behind the complicated consistency of my poop.  So much oats.  Many oats?  Nope, sticking with much as am not counting the oats even if I technically should.  One doesn't count the sugar grains.   I know oats has the plural form, not a collective singular, but still...