Okay, hands up, I used to run a sneaky blog post off at work. Believe me they got more than their lb of flesh (regrettably not literally). But since the new job, I haven't been doing this and blogging has got a lot harder.
The new job btw is going well. I'd forgotten what it felt like to have people want my advice, listen to it, follow it and appreciate it (professionally speaking) - and it's so liberating! My work confidence is returning and I cannot work out why I stayed in that awful place for so long. People continue to leave there in droves btw...
Also, I feel like I'm not achieving anything with the dieting. I'm sorely tempted to try SW as Linz is doing so AMAZINGLY, brilliantly well. But... well, it's all the 'eat 5 Muller lites a day' thing. I don't want to eat chemical rubbish (although I DO want to be slim. Or slimmer). I guess I'd try the 'Red Days' as I don't want to be eating a lot of carbs (I save those for booze or cake).
Speaking of which....
Booze: I passed my Advanced Wine Course with a Merit. I thought I'd failed so was extremely relieved. I THINK this means I'm now of sommelier status but I may have mis-read. I will probably go on and do the diploma but it's a massive commitment an I need to think carefully about a couple of issues.
Cake: I had a birthday free cake. Yes, that is a birthday sans cake. You may take a moment and mourn with me. We'd ordered some but they were wrongly delivered before we went off for a week away in Suffolk. And there are no cupcakes to be had in Suffolk. Not even for ready money. Instead we went to ITV's Britain's Best Bakery and had an extremely indifferent iced bun. Not. The. Same. I'm still not over this - can you tell? The cakes we'd ordered were from our wedding cake maker and sounded delicious. I can't even re-order as she makes specific flavours each month. September's (P's birthday month) do not sound nearly as delicious.
We did some long hikes too and I did have birthday blinis and (of course) champage. But the Asti I got to go with those cakes languishes sadly in the fridge.