The Patter of Expensive Shoes

Well, I’m definitely not pregnant. On the other hand, I’m beginning to understand where Lady Macbeth was coming from. Presumably it was Shakespeare’s wife/mistress’s suffering that inspired him to write so movingly about being ‘steeped in blood’…

Anyway…

Other than that. I’m feeling quite ‘perky’/’chipper’ (delete as appropriate for your nationality) this week. This is because as well as successfully eating less and exercising more in order to rein my outrageously fine but ever so slightly unruly curves back into bikini form, for once everything seems to be going rather well. I won’t bore you with details, but life could well be on the up…

Note to self: the impact of … will doubtless be reduced if you use it at the end of every paragraph…

Breaking news: We are planning a huge and very badly behaved Open House on Good Friday (what better way to commemorate this solemn occasion than by getting pissed and running around the garden), which I am veeeeeery excited about. Not least because it appears that my three favourite members of the Armed Forces (Detorri, Nambo and Cliffhanger) will be putting in an appearance. More on this story when we have it…