Mamafi x 2 = 100

I was squeaky clean after trying out the new shower for the first time today. I stood under the hot water for ages waiting for it to run cold, but this didn't happen! Our house is gradually becoming fully functional, and after years of 'putting up with' and procrastinating, we're getting closer to conventional at last.

My dieting friends were expected at Fiona's for a weigh-in this afternoon. I hadn't joined them since before going to Cape Town, but I'd been tipped-off that like me, they had also lacked restraint over Easter. With this in mind, I chose my clothing carefully and decided there was to be nil by mouth until stepping on the scales.

It turned out that I was the top loser this week! Two and three quarter pounds in 8 weeks - it must have been walking the dog. Lucie was overly enthusiastic saying 'At least you're going in the right direction!'. I may pour these pins into a pair of skinny jeans yet, here's hoping they'll still be in fashion and appropriate on a 70 year old!