I got Himself to look at my back this morning – it felt sore. Apparently there’s a long scratch going across it. No *rolls eyes*...not from a night of wild passion, it's a gift from the cat. I often go to sleep on my stomach and she then lies on top of my back – she’s got very loving lately, and is never far from me - she's sat watching me type this. I’d really like to think that it’s because she adores me, but as anyone who is owned by a cat will tell you, it more to do with who feeds her. She must have dug her claws in when I turned over. Himself has now barred the 'bloody thing' from the bedroom – I very diplomatically failed mention that it's him that doesn't shut her in the front room at night, not me and, not one word did I utter about him moving his hand under the duvet to get her to jump on it.

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Out of the blue, Simon asked me yesterday if I’d lost some weight – he’s now my most favouritest work colleague and I’ll willingly share my McDonald fries with him.

I think it’s fair to say I’ve participated in my share of diet’s and what a lot of good it's done me! Slimfast – Yuck, I didn’t like the shakes. Weight Watchers – meals cost a fortune and I was still hungry after I’d eaten. Rosemary Conley – actually, to be fair, I lost well over a stone on that one, but put it all back on again - and a bit more besides - when the depression hit. I’ve come to the conclusion that I might as well get rid of all my size 12’s – I’m never going to get into them again, other than in my dreams *sigh*. Even if I do manage to lose some weight my bust is still going to figure largely in the equation – it appears around the corner a few seconds ahead of me as it is – so I might as well just accept the fact and give in gracefully, or gracefully as possible at any rate. I blame it all on water retention now.

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I see Jamie Oliver is no longer the golden boy in the news at the moment – he’s gone from being the best thing since sliced bread to the reason why children don’t want school dinners.

I loved school dinners and puddings. Suet pudding, little igloo shaped mash potato, pink custard, sponge with icing and hundred & thousands on the top – not all together mind – I wasn’t such a fussy eater during my time at primary school. I usually ate whatever was put in front of me – other than Tapioca *pulls a face*– better known as frog’s spawn. I can remember one dinner lady refusing to let me go and play until I’d eaten it. No way was I touching the stuff, so I pretended to go to sleep at the table. Another dinner lady carried me up to the classroom and placed me on the beanbags by the Wendy House – I waited 10 minutes, which to a five year old was a very long time, then got up and went out to play.

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I was sneezing, coughing and sputtering yesterday in my office when a male voice shouted out from the adjoining room asking me to die a bit more quietly. I have to say that there was a distinct lack of sympathy and concern coming from certain co-workers – I had to make my own Lemsip, for a start. Craig then pointed out that they couldn’t possible come near me – my cold would genetically modify itself in to 'man flu' if they did - Huh, wimps!

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And today’s pretty picture is what happens when you take a picture of mushrooms, cross it with a book you purchased from a car boot sale...










... and then click on the Kaleidoscope Button in Paint Shop 7.

Pure Genius! *grin*







To be honest I was trying to motivate myself to continue writing the next part in James & Jay series – but using my natural talent of finding something much more important to do – I only managed to complete a couple of paragraphs :-(