I may have maligned the jeans. My bruises are fading although I am (clearly) not diminishing. Admittedly I don’t wear them much but I think it wasn’t them. Okay, they compressed me painfully and fiercely but I think the bruises were from trying to negotiate around a solid sleigh bed, approximately 4” from the wall. This is a width restriction I was clearly never going to achieve but shoved my way through in any case.
I would ordinarily now have boasted about my great week. How conscientious I’ve been, how dedicated to The Great De-blimp. How my goal is 3 ½ stone by mid October (with an eye to getting into my winter coat this year). But now – thanks be to SoD – I can’t. So, that’s that.
Other greatness has not happened this week. Work is grim. And hard. And thankless. There are two jobs I’m applying for – one is decidedly a long shot. I’ve been here before (metaphorically) and yet I’m still here (literally). We have sprung two leaks in our flat – at either extreme. The flooring will definitely have to come up and there’s a real chance that the walls will have to be knocked into (what idiot puts pipes IN a wall?). The bright spot of this week has been starting my Level 3 wine course. The people weren’t terribly friendly and the exam sounds terrifying but I think I’m going to learn a LOT.
Signing out, damp and fat but looking forward to a sunny weekend with NO WORK.