Calorific

D and I went to The Dog for dinner. This was his pudding, not mine. I tried to stick to my Fat Fighters rules as much as possible. I didn’t even eat the mint they gave us with our bill.

D has painted the utility room and I thought I was going to have to help but was given a last minute reprieve. I like to think it’s because the room is pretty small and we couldn’t both squeeze in but in reality it’s probably because D knew he could make a better job of it on his own.

I was happy to go out for more paint then spend the afternoon in the garden.