Darlings, happy Sunday.
It’s rather quiet here. No lawnmower in the background. No screeching children. No tv. Not even a honking peacock. Blessed peace.
I will enjoy it while it lasts.
Is it wrong to have cake for breakfast?
Why I’m asking is ( as afore mentioned) and is well documented I bemoan the fact that my husband is a feeder. Hence ones girth.
My sister is husband free and as thin as a pin. You see where I’m going here? Before marriage I was wonderfully trim too.
If someone goes to the trouble and kindness of cooking, I will eat.
Now my mother in law ( who is also stones lighter since the sad loss of her husband) is also feeding me.
Jam tarts, scones, rock buns. You name it.
I have now got CAKE FACE.
This has got to stop .
All carbs give me swell.
But cake extra luggage also.
Tracy Anderson fitness guru to the stars ( Beckham Paltrow et al) apparently can tell if you have been eating carbs by your face.
So from this day forth one is dropping the cake.
If that means putting the chain on the door to stop future deliveries so be it.