Went to inspect Worthing. Looked magnificent. Lovely and crispy with nice pale brown carpets all new and perfect. I quite wanted to move in myself until I was told about the state of the roof. Oh well, we went for a lovely consolatory lunch near Eastbourne which included a particularly good treacle tart. We then mooched off to Kent where nothing has been done and the bathroom is still fairly unusable. I wrote a stinking email to our stupid builder to no avail as email doesn't work there.
I walked to Dymchurch on Sunday morning clocking up many a Fitbit mile.
New diet strategy: no sugar. That won't last.
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