Sunday and a very late rise.We drink warm drinks and watch the snow fall before getting up for breakfast. Before I eat I weigh myself for the first time in a fortnight having been away last week and busy this week. I am expecting to have packed on the weight. I weigh in at 92.5 kilos, just a gain of 0.3 kilos. This is a result. I am not sure how this has happened but I will take it. I venture into the garden and refill the squirrel food box. I am rewarded later in the day as both Squishy and Squashy arrive along with a third squirrel to feed from the box. My garden is still trying its best to lift my spirits as my fuchsia bears witness to.
I pack for the journey north as I am going to York tomorrow to meet old colleagues and friends. I discover to my chagrin that I cannot wear my winter Oxford Bags as I am too fat in the gut. I was warned by the McMillan nurse early on that I might get a bit of “a girlie belly”, it would seem she might have been right. Having sorted out my clothes I get down to cleaning out the fish. Its a bit of a pain but the fish enjoy seeing the world again and having a full tank. Hopefully I will not need to do this again before Christmas. I move onto doing some cleaning and doing more organising of Christmas presents. Suddenly it throws it down with snow.
My youngest daughter face times us and we chat about her weekend and of course Christmas stuff. No one knows what anyone else wants and seem to be at their wits end as to what to do. The reality is that no one actually wants more stuff and experiences that are COVID proof are few and far between. Ina moment of madness I emailed the link to get the Jack Vettriano prices of his currently available work. To my surprise I get a reply with an electronic catalogue. Many of the pieces were labeled as “price on request”, however the lowest price painting was £20,000 and the ones I liked were £75,000 and £85,000. So unless I win the lottery I will never own or gift a Vettriano.
My evening rolled from Dr Who to a shower to Show Trial to football highlights to blog. Too many of my evenings are like this, so I am glad of the break tomorrow, it will be good to see people and I am hoping to solve some Christmas present puzzles at the York Christmas market. There is always chocolate heaven if all else fails.
