Must do better

 

I've received all your complaint regarding last week's post (ok, only one official complaint - thank you) (oh and one walker). I knew it was pretty rubbish. I sat down to write last week and had absolutely nothing to say! Who would have guessed? I even thought about not writing anything and just going with 'Out of order, please check back next week'. Hindsight I should have just made something up. Going forward, if I write something like I've won the lottery, or I've joined a circus, or even that I've slept with *Ryan Gosling the chances are it's all made up. But at least it will be better than discussing my week at the supermarket! 

Alas I was made redundant on Tuesday. I'm sad, of course. But like my dad said it's a good opportunity to try something different (joining the circus maybe?) A friend asked me what sort of work would I be looking for. The answer, to be totally honest, is a little wee job that I enjoy and working with really nice people. That is what I had but we just didn't have enough work to sustain me. It is what it is. Though this is the first time in my entire life that leaving a job wasn't my choice.

Libby is doing so well. I'm convinced we'll get to her birthday (7) at the end of the month. Hubby tells me off for setting goals and I should just take it a day at a time, but I can't help it. I look at her and I'm in complete denial that she's going anywhere. And quite frankly denial is better than devastation.

With everything going on at the moment I'm surprised I'm not do-lally. I had a bad dip about the time I went to Newcastle. I felt so low and quite desperate. But in spite of everything I feel really good just now. I must tell you that I have finally decided to tackle my weight again. I feel in control and, dare I say, excited. My desire to shift this fat is palpable. Wish me luck and I shall keep you posted. 

Just to keep you in the loop, Margaret has met someone else. And they had a proper first date! A morning walk on the beach with her dog! Ahhh so romantic. My fingers are crossed. I do love a love story.

*Talking of dates I was spoilt for choice deciding who to sleep with. Instead of Ryan I was very nearly in bed with Michel Roux Jnr. But I think I made the right decision. Ryan is younger and has more money. Ha ha ha.

To be old and wise you must first be young and stupid.