Blimey, said the queen biscuit eater, how on earth did that happen? As she helped herself to a third slice of Swiss roll. I think giving up booze is the answer said her fairy godmother who looked like a Beryl Cook character with wings.
So folks, conclusion, gasping, panting, yearning, and being a bit stroppy gives you a smaller arse. Actually my derrière has not actually improved but my waist and tum are reduced.
Of course this looks like I have only lost a pound since the last time I weighed myself but in reality it hasn't been quite as smooth as that with big increases all over the place but now, after two weeks off the pop, my golly miss Molly that looks better.
Off to the golf club for lunch to eat dead animals and as many roast potatoes and Yorkshire puds as will fit on my plate. I have a painting to finish before that then the ironing. The good thing about not drinking is I know I could do the ironing when I get back but I will probably just have a nap.
