Day three of my diet.
Or is it day four?
I managed to get through the day without eating anything wrong.
Can you see my halo?
I have just come in from the house.
I made them a cottage pie.
And lots of salads.
Not that they wanted salads.
But I did.
They got their revenge.
I had to dish up their fresh apple tart and cream.
I left before I had to watch them eat the stuff.
I had a skinless chicken breast with my salad.
Hell, I love chicken skin.
Crispy chicken skin.
There is a new house rule.
I no longer cook on Saturdays and Sundays.
I thought Mex and I were going out for supper tomorrow night.
He has now informed me there is rugby and the Paralympics.
We are staying home.
Not so yippee.
I don’t understand the Paralympics.
I watched a race today.
Five of the girls only had one arm.
The last one appeared to have all her appendages?
How the devil do they work out who is in a race?
Now I am off to have a shower.
And to bed.
Perchance to dream.
I HAVE to go to sleep.
If I stay awake I shall do Mex a nasty.
He is flipping channels as if his life depended on it.
How to drive a Granny insane.