30 June 2009 – sunshine, drinks with a friend and driving on a road

Diet coke, better than cakes

This week is turning out to be a real scorcher. Perhaps it’s because we were moaning about not getting enough sun, or to taunt us for booking a holiday. Knowing our luck it will be miserable in Barcelona and we’ll have an Indian summer in the UK. To be honest I don’t care. Seeing the Gaudi buildings for real will be enough for me even without the sun. Not sure Commando will feel the same way though. He’s not that into architecture but he sure loves the sun.

8 January – not really eating

Walking to work

The spectre of a public weigh in (even if it is just Alfie and I) has certainly focused the mind. All week I’ve been going to the sandwich shop over the road and having a salad box for lunch with either chicken or tuna. In the evenings I’ve only eaten tiny portions of whatever we’re having, to the point where at the weekend when we were all eating together, Commando asked me if I was sick. “You’ve hardly eaten any of your dinner,” he said, scraping the leftovers onto his own plate, “are you sure you don’t want any more?”