My new weights arrived this morning and thank god – the unbelievable speed at which I’m currently devouring an entire pack of Scottish shortbread is astonishing. Perhaps I should try out for a new career in speed eating, though everything would have to contain either chocolate, biscuit or trifle…actually, just having sugar in it would probably send me diving through the audience towards the towering table of pure heaven! I probably wouldn’t win but I’d sure end up covered in food, looking like I’d had the time of my life. 

It’s been a quiet day in the hermitage. An evening of crashing thunder, streaking lightening and pounding rain has left my employment as a gardener rather washed out. I did manage to fit one client between the intermittent downpours – the weather said “sprinkles”, hmm, more like gushing black sky. Supposedly we have more tomorrow, oh, the joy of an English summer! 

But for now I have more important things – the fact that I am munching through the last finger of the packet, oh dear, that’s 10 I’ve just eaten in one sitting, standing and running around the house after Toby (my neuro cat). Until tomorrow, that’s if I haven’t exploded.