Saturday, 12 April 2014

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V. Annoyed as I weighed in at half a pound off a stone lost at SW.  How frustrating is that?  13.5 pounds!  If I had worn something flimsier, not eaten that stupid cake or gone swimming I could have done it.

Right, concerted effort now.  Fridays are always my rubbish days and yesterday was pretty diabolical with a hot cross bun, toast and tara, cheese, proper lunch, macaroons, dinner: salmon and potatoes, Haagen Daz and chocolate.  I was jolly full.

OK. It's Graham Norton and me and a painting this morning.  The sooner it's finished I can go and play.


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