Duh!

My Fat Fighters record.
Which tonight was mauled.
Wrong date!
Oh. And no I haven't lost 1/2lb.
I LOST 5!!!!
Get it right woman.
So I'm 2lb off my target.
I've lost a stone.
I feel good.
Well. I did.
Till I just had a carvery.





And a banoffeewaffle.



Thanks for the kind words about George's knee. It was swollen, black and blue, but he declared himself fit enough to fly to Munich. So off he went with a packet of nurofen. I was very close to tears as he limped towards the coach. Poor baby boy!!