There now, that's better. Its better to admit to these things isn't it. Before One gets bogged down by it all.
How are we all then? I write with the back door open and the sun just gone to bed with good hopes that tomorrow there will be SUN!!! Or definitely Wednesday. I've just got back from my slimming group I've been going for almost two years and have reached my "weight target" after losing 3.5 stone. I love meeting new people now and seeing their faces when I tell them I've lost that amount. Some, now close friends, despite passing me everyday swear blind I didn't live in my house two years ago as I look like a completely different person. I would say I am half the person I am but that would have made me 7 stone so that's just silly. Anyhoo. I like to still go along every now and then, so my love of the above party ringed biscuit, doughnut, sausage, chips etc (you get the picture, I am a glutton) don't bite me on the bum. I LOVE to listen to everyone's stories about their weight loss "journeys". Sometimes I do this in a emphatic, caring way. Other times (more frequently, now I am smug and don't have to pay anymore) I like to snigger at the menopausal women fanning themselves after a hot flush and try to make up an excuse for putting on 4lb when we all know it was because they had a kebab after a right jolly east end knees up on Saturday night. It is hard, I know how hard it is. But seriously, tonight was great. Three friends sitting together in a row eating"healthy" chocolate bars at the same time. Chewing in sequence like three slightly overweight, middle-aged synchronised swimmers concentrating very hard. I wish I could have taken a photo. These lovely ladies, (I mean that, they are lovely) sum weight loss up for me. Why have an apple when you can have a chocolate.
We have acquired some lovely, cute new croc type affaired shoes for the garden for the girl. LOOK, so CUTE! I want them. I really really do. She quite happily posed like this too...
I also made the usual weekend breakfast for the little ones of pancakes this weekend
Sometimes, I do wonder if I channel Nigella. The recipe for these are in her Express book and also here. If you are an American pancake fan, then make a jar of the mix and whip them up when your children/friends/strangers are wasting away on a Saturday morning. Nigella tells of how these make her feel like an American Supermom. She is right, but it makes me feel a little bit closer to Her Holiness Nige. Of course the recipe doesn't include making "ears", blueberry eyes or banana mouths. That would be ludicrous.
Last week I finished some bunting for the jubilee, which will be put in the Boy's room when the queen has finished having a right royal knees up (two uses of that phrase in this post!).
Ending on a crafty note. I am embarking on my first patchwork quilt. I have done lots of online research and have painstakingly drawn charts and done maths and think I'm ready to begin. Its for the Girl, I want one for myself but thought I ought to start off small. I have a couple more fat quarters of fabric to buy and then I'm off. Will keep you updated on this and will edit out angsty swearing. Hatty may not survive
Ta Ta and happy Tuesday