We went to the theatre Wednesday night, Mark & I. I couldn't find the email with the tickets - had I deleted it? Searched my email but nothing came up. I went to the box office to explain and she told me, no problem I'll look at your account. She found no tickets! I checked my credit card statement, and found no payment! Turns out when I bought the tickets I didn't actually buy them. Mark laughed and told me this was pretty typical of me. The box office lady told me it happened all the time - all the time? Unlikely. However, she had available seats. The stalls row G seats 26 & 27. OMG - these were the very seats I tried to book! Wow, there you go! PS the play was Inspector Morse and was pretty good.
For Christmas I bought Isaac a bread maker. I thought this was an awesome idea as he eats a lot of bread! And I'm always buying it, and it is classed as a UPF. Isaac likes to cook and bake, but making bread by hand is an utter pain. I must have had my doubts because I didn't actually tell Mark as I thought he'd tell me it was a terrible idea. I did tell Ellie, who told me it was a terrible idea! Christmas day came and as he opened the huge box I told him it was fine if he wasn't impressed. He wasn't impressed, and declined the idea of a bread maker! Jump forward three months and the huge box was still sitting in the living room and had never been returned to the shop. March was a bit too late, so I unpacked it and Isaac and I made bread. It was delicious! Now Isaac and Mark make bread nearly every day. I've not bought a single supermarket loaf since. They both love it. I love it and I hardly ever eat bread normally. I've discovered that some of Mark's reticence was because we get machine made bread at The Hideaway and it's not great. This definitely put him off. But our bread it totally lush and mummy bear is very happy!
Anna couldn't manage strength class this week. I finally managed to go... alone. Even though it was a cardio session and I hate cardio! It was a great class and I worked hard and I deserved the glass of wine and hot shower when I got home. Go me!
I had a thought. When you are addicted to alcohol you're an alcoholic and it's classed as an illness. When you are addicted to food you are just fat, lazy, unmotivated (is that a word?) or stupid. Should obesity be an illness? Apart from anything, alcoholics don't need to consume any alcohol to get through life and stay sober (please note that if you are an alcoholic you should never go cold turkey - you must be weaned off the stuff before you can cease drinking). On the other hand, obese people have to face the enemy every single day, several times a day and restrict their poison accordingly. Can you imagine alcoholics having to drink three glasses of whisky - but stopping after that. You try to quit smoking but you have to smoke 5 cigarettes to stay alive! But no more. It is crazy and so very hard.
The daffodils are in full bloom - which means let it snow, let it snow! Blinking weather. Have a great week. I'll speak to you from Newcastle next week!
If at first you don't succeed, ask if they have a brother!
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