It's Friday 27th December and the ladyfriend and I are babysitting Mr Clive and Mr Drew's house whilst they are away in Newcastle. We are having a nice time and have already sunk two bottles of red wine and 3/4 of a packet of chilli crisps, oh we do like to live the high life. This is probably the third property we have looked after this year and our nomadic lifestyle is quite addictive - and so are the chilli crisps.
This time next year the ladyfriend and I are adament that we shall have our own property, be it a flat in Thame or the Isle of Wight but whatever the fortunes decide we will both be two stone lighter!
So after the Christmas excess, and I have had excess of it, comes the fasting, the crimping and the scrimping, I must halt gravity and depravity before things get beyond control and surgery is the only answer.
I have done awfully well this Christmas, I have a new wok, an electric toothbrush, a Noel Coward cd and a posh set of scales. I have been tapping and unwrapping since Sunday and can see no end to the orgy of greed. There's still smoked salmon in the fridge and a whole duck! Got to pack it away before New Years Eve but there is just so much temptation. Why do they make nibbley snacks so appealing?
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