Anticipation

There's not much a lady can do to prevent a man from having his cake and eating it.
I was allowed a nano second to blip this slice of cheesecake which his Lordship thought was his due after a hard week of exercise, before it disappeared for ever.
May the Lord look sideways on him, I say.

My cake which I carefully halved in order to bring back the remainder for future consumption was not so colourful and was hardly eaten with the same relish, so guilty did I feel about all the calories. This is yet another example of a Calvanistic upbringing- enjoyment of the naughty but nice is to be abhorred.

Of course I now feel an incredible guilt which no amount of cleaning and general housewifely duties is going to allay.
His Lordship, on the other hand, is as happy as a sand boy and is going to relax this afternoon with a lager or two ( think of all the useless calories in that, for the guilt ridden) while I entertain my new- hipped friend for a cuppa and then give my Edinburgh granddaughter a supper of pizza and chips. Oh dear, everything is going downhill to the dogs on the food front today. I can hardly bear to mention the ice cream to follow.

Tomorrow it will have to be a few carrots and some healthy salad. Not the same though is it when it's raining and miserable outside.

Guilt is never far from the surface in my life, especially at this time of year when Mother's Day cards arrive and I feel sorry that I'm the only mother these poor children have, and that they could have done so much better with a gentle, angelic motherly sort of person.

One card reads - 'and her children grew up, moved out and she lived happily ever after'

A hair shirt is what is required. Does anyone know where to find one?