I've been so good today, I burnt off 1000 calories on the treadmill alone this morning and I'm trying so hard to stop comfort eating. I've force fed the last of the lovely ginger biscuits onto Joe (who didn't complain).
Tom has friends around, they've been sledging and have now taken over the kitchen. There were seven of them at the last count. I heard a couple of them leave and come back a short while ago.
A smell has just drifted up the stairs.
They've been to the chippy!!!
I want chips