Sunday and I am up and off to the shop for chocolate biscuits, cake and papers while my partner cooks me a breakfast bacon bagel. We have just about finished breakfast and cleared away when our visitors arrive. My nephew and wife bring there five month old daughter to us. She is of course just beautiful and a delight. We sit and chat over drinks and biscuits while my grand niece charms us. Have I said how lovely she is?
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We chat and all have a chance to give the youngest member of the family a hug until its time for us to say goodbye. We wave them off and return to our Sunday. I unbox the croc pot that has been delivered during the morning and start to prepare our first meal with it while my partner goes to see her mother. My eldest daughter goes to the shop for onions and returns as I start to put ingredients into the cooker. I settle down and watch a rugby match as I do the weeks Tesco order and book next weeks slot. My partner returns and we ring our youngest daughter to see how she is. She is excited as she and her partner have signed the contract for their house, however she had no time to talk and arranged to call tomorrow.
I write the blog as the tea cooks and look forward to my evening of Strictly and an early night. Tomorrow is 28 day jab day, a zoom training day so I preload with paracetamol. I did weigh myself today and found I had slipped over 95 Kilos. This is not good, it means I need to change what I am doing. It means a change of diet and it means a more intensive training regime. I had hoped that I might have some physical credit in the bank, that an odd biscuit here or there would be okay, but its not. So tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow until the new year of 2022 dawns it must be different.
