I weighed myself this morning and it wasn’t pretty. And before you all shout at me to “ditch the scales”, as many did on Twitter this morning, can I point out this is only the 2nd time I’ve weighed myself this year. It’s a conversation that Hot Tub Helen, Posh Vics and myself have had on a weekly basis for the last 10 years. Anyway it only confirmed what I already knew.
I stood for the entire commute and work was slow. There was a brief light moment where I escaped to Covent Garden at lunch time and picked up something I’d ordered online.
But tonight, when we were walking Smudge together, I finally laughed. We were having a random surreal conversation about something as we do – as I suspect most couples do, using a shorthand perfected over months and years. MrS doing a selection of funny faces and voices making me laugh out loud. And I’ll go to bed in a much better mood than I’ve been all day