And I tell you, aside from day trips, and the usual mid-week journey to help look after N’s Dad (or, rather, sit at the dining table and let the lovely lovely carers in), I’m not going anywhere for a while. Enough is enough. And I have had more than enough. In the past few weeks, if the maternal scales are to be believed, I have lost three pounds. Without trying. With chocolate. Weighing myself after my run, I was at my lowest since, oh, the first year of university when I was unhappy, dieting strenuously in order to achieve a degree of control, in the gym or the swimming pool every other day of the week on top of ballroom dancing, and had a BMI of less than 20. I put today’s weigh-in being a bit low down to also being a bit dehydrated at the crucial moment. However, I’ve got a new pair of Jaeger trousers from the Sue Ryder shop, and, frankly, they will look a hell of a lot better if there’s a bit more bottom inside them.
So I’m sitting on the sofa failing to eat any supper as I’m full of cake from teatime, and I can’t be bothered to cook. Because that’s really going to help matters. I am contemplating a gin and tonic, having not had one since late February. Lent is finally over: and I’ve had no gin throughout. Oooh! I have some lovely gin chocolates to scoff too, and I can scoff them now! Hurrah!
The weekend at my parents’ has been full of technological challenge. The weather station still isn’t working, but the TV upstairs now has the correct aspect ratio, my Mother’s new phone is properly programmed and she’s nearly got the knack of reading text messages and picture messages. We may have chosen a mother-of-the-bride outfit, and we’ve got two contingency plans. We’re going proper shopping on Saturday. There has been a great deal of wedmin (and one steaming row, with the practical upshot that I’m now in charge of contacting the caterer and under instructions not to pester her, which is interesting to say the least, given that she’s not been given proper information about all the allergies despite my spending quite a long time collating all that information for her. It’s not helpful to tell her “and one person with all allergies, but can eat plain food eg. meat potatoes” when that person’s allergy list includes milk but does not include wheat! Plus I’m not allowed to ask her “how much wine” or indeed “when can we discuss”. Frustrating). A massive email has been dispatched to the church as we realise a. we’re not on the electoral roll and b. we have no idea what’s going on with the choir (bellringers, yes, choir, not sure, organist incommunicado, vicar needs to be told not to give a sermon longer than 15 minutes. I’m not sure he’s actually capable of this! Today’s was 18.).
Anyhow. We were coming back from Lisbon this time last week. It was lovely, sunny, warm. I have put most of the pictures on Facebook, but I know not everyone is there, so there’s a selection here. It seems that I love tiled houses, things that are falling to pieces, stray cats and N. So that’s OK.