I ate too much and I might explode. Stand well back. Mr Smith did this really weird thing; he made Yorkshire pudding with roast pork. Oh no no no what does he think he is doing, turning our dining room into a Toby Carvery? I despair between Yorkshire puddings sky risen and perfect, slopping with gravy, piled upon the fork and rammed into gob. Oh divinity sublimity. And crackling.
Alexander and I then ate all the Easter eggs bought for the Easter egg hunt on Easter Monday. We didn't think much of Daim but we liked all the others - must get more.
I am in the final throws of Caribbean painting. I hate this painting. I hate his house. I hate his pets and I hate him. Well, actually I quite like him but he wants to see his painting and I haven't finished it. Today should be the last day and I would do it but I have to write a list of ways to lose weight without leaving your bed. I have got stuck at don't eat anything. I then have to watch the carpenter bodge up more doors. I may even take some exercise. I will start another diet ... It's Monday. I will eat only super foods whatever they are. I will get out of bed. I will paint.
Alexander and I then ate all the Easter eggs bought for the Easter egg hunt on Easter Monday. We didn't think much of Daim but we liked all the others - must get more.
I am in the final throws of Caribbean painting. I hate this painting. I hate his house. I hate his pets and I hate him. Well, actually I quite like him but he wants to see his painting and I haven't finished it. Today should be the last day and I would do it but I have to write a list of ways to lose weight without leaving your bed. I have got stuck at don't eat anything. I then have to watch the carpenter bodge up more doors. I may even take some exercise. I will start another diet ... It's Monday. I will eat only super foods whatever they are. I will get out of bed. I will paint.
No comments:
Post a Comment