As Chris Evans told me over the ironing this morning, there are only three days to slim down for December. So Mr Smith and I have made a start. I found an old diet book entitled The Weekend Off Diet. Easy peasy lemon squeezy - you follow it all week then scoff whatever you like over the weekend. Jolly good. Steak for dins. I cooked some cauliflower for Mr Smith as he would never understand watermelon, feta cheese and rocket salad. It was most exotic. I am going to call this the melon cauli deit (melancholy) although I feel quite cheery.
I was a super busy little bee today. I buzzed round the bathrooms with my mop and bucket including that frightful gents we refer to as the latrine - I never use it unless absolutely desperado. I did all the horrible tasks I've been meaning to do for ages - gardening, ironing, shopping, making a useless pot holder. Mr Smith helps with his whip and clipboard and some pacing.
I thought I deserved a present and sure enough the Lovely Claudia sent me an on-line advent calendar. This is so so exciting. I can't wait to open the first window but I haven't lost enough weight yet.
By the way, I have now had a headache since Friday. It's definitely a brain tumour. I have had no wine for at least a day.
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