Joy

 

I'm so close to being in the 10 stones. I need to weigh myself this morning to confirm but I'm nervous, and procrastinating.

In other news, my trip to Newcastle was just the tonic. I met friends on Friday afternoon, after our long drive, for coffee in my mum's village. 4 hours later I was drunk as a skunk. How? Well the coffee shop sold alcohol and celebrating with friends that I hadn't seen since before Christmas lent itself to a glass bottle of prosecco, then another, then a stop at the local micro pub lol. At just 6.30pm Ellie went straight to bed then I was shipped, by my sister, to the chippie for fish suppers on this glorious Good Friday! The following day, out with the same gang for coffee (this time it was just coffee... And cake), the driver regaled us on our enebriated conversations from the afternoon before - I remembered very little. Asking my sister later if she noticed I was drunk she told me she'd asked for mushy peas at the chippie (you did?) then again at the co-op (we stopped for wine) and I announced that they don't sell mushy peas - hum, they do in tins! But I failed again, so maybe just a little bit tipsy? What a great, and unexpected, way to celebrate Easter. The rest of the weekend was spent with other mates (was it really before COVID that I last saw you?) and family. Heaven with added chocolate!

Bella Dave Boobies went back to the vet for puppy checks and the vet suggested we take her to gun dog training! That's exciting but daunting. She needs something because her excitement is off the scale. But specialist training, with other really well behaved dogs? Yowzer!

My jury citation this week came to nothing. No court attendance needed. A bit gutted. I thought it'd be fun, but I was not required. Hey ho.

In exciting news I was called skinny by a work colleague this week! Like I'm not skinny but for someone to describe me with that adjective was lovely. And she meant it too. Filled my heart with joy. Made it all worth while - that and the fact I can bend over and touch the floor! 

If you want you fly, you have to give up what weighs you down.

PS. I'm exactly 11 stones! Oh my. Next week (maybe even tomorrow lol).