Whino

I am ridiculously childish at the moment – I run to our postbox (we’re in flats so don’t have a letterbox) to see if there are any more engagement cards. We’ve got a few which are proudly displayed (thanks, R!) and I’m avoiding telling BNF that I might well want to keep them all for posterity. Actually, we've only got a few (am slightly embarrassed admitting this!) so my wedding book which suggests that you could only invite those that send you an engagement card, to keep numbers down, is being overly zealous!

Weekend was lovely but I drank too much – this is fairly unusual to be honest. I shared a bottle of champagne with BNF no fewer than three times (three different days I hasten to add) and then on one day I also had a half bottle of wine too. Sigh. Usually I have one glass – or two if I’m going mad. It’s a calorie thing, rather than natural abstemiousness. Other than that, I continue to be remarkably disciplined about mainlining sugar. And that’s with some very bad and upsetting news. I hope SoD recognises my effort but I’m not holding my breath. Since our last encounter (aka WI) I have walked twice in fit flops (only a couple of miles each time admittedly), done a proper walk of 10.7 miles, done a weights circuit and cycled to and from work once (although prospects for doing so again look to be very limited without a snorkel). For the love of SoD, is that not enough?

Watch this space....