People

At a time when I am most determined to lose weight I filled my house with people and cooked wonderful meals.  I will be fat forever but I will have lots of friends.

Mulberry House, with its nine bedrooms, is designed to have guests.  We love entertaining.  Well, I do and Mr Smith likes the idea of it but he then shouts at me.  I think I have put a stop to that as it is an unattractive trait that makes our guests feel uncomfortable.  I shouted back.

And now I fancy an adventure.  

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We went to France for the day. We ate France and bought loads of lovely food so we can continue to eat more France.  Oh lovely teeny mini petit vacance.  What a lovely day.

Yesterday I was just settling down to a little snooze and something like doctors for mental stimulation when the Best Boy arrived at the back door pouring blood.  I rushed him to hospital where he had an X-ray and a smart bandage on his very minor injury to a thumb.  I was so stressed by the whole thing I had to go to the pub and exceed the dose.  We then had Chinese takeaway and I polished off a huge bar of french chocolate.  I may well explode.  It was gorgeous.

Mr Smith didn't really get my concern.  He had been at his nice cosy London office all day.  Actually, he is frightful in a crisis so just as well.  However, a bit of "there, there it's all better now" would not have gone amiss.  From him?  Silly me.

Wet wet wet

Our pump works a treat, non stop.  Mr Smith feeds it by sweeping tidal waves from the cellar floor towards it.  Tomorrow we are going to France for the day and we pray it doesn't rain for one whole day.

Mad Carina is coming to stay and I am SO excited.  I haven't actually told Mr Smith.  His friends are coming too.  A house party - such fun, except for the cooking and cleaning.  I have no idea what to cook.  Maybe we can buy it all in France.

Today I worked out my entire calorie intake for the day.  The sheer effort should burn off a million calories.  One day I will be thinner and my clothes will magically fit.

Fatty Birthday

He had a birthday then I had a birthday.  We went to Tenterden on his and Margate on mine. Oh how it rained.  I still had a magical day, ate a vast amount of birthday cake and got loads of wonderful pressies and cards.

I put on 2lbs in weight which wouldn't have mattered that much but it was the second week of my diet - useless!

 Our cellar is full of water.  I told Mr Smith to get a pump.  He did.  It doesn't work.  Time to bale again I fear.  Wellies on.