Those of you of stout heart, that have stayed with me, have surely noticed my absence, these past two or three weeks. As you probably gathered, I haven’t been feeling the best. Then again I haven’t been feeling the worst either.
I haven’t been to the park with my Coco for so long now, I forget the last time. The War Office and our eldest daughter Sarah have been taking him for his walk and exercise. I am planning on going out, this morning, with him to ‘our’ park.
Although we are slap bang in the middle of our winter, the weather during the day has been quite delightful, with the temperatures in the low to mid 20’sº C the low 70’s º F with very little rain, less than 20 mm for the month so far, which is down some 150-160 mm.
For the past couple of years, my weight was has been a constant 65 kg, (143 lbs, or 10 stone 3. for those still on Imperial); in the last 2 or 3 weeks, I have lost 7 of those kilos, and try as I might, I have been unable to locate them.
I’ve gone back to drinking Guinness Stout, some afternoons, even managing to knock back a couple of 440 ml cans, in an effort to gain some weight, but to no avail.
On Sunday, I’m meeting up with my chum/mate/buddy. Neill; think that covers the lot; at the Old Vic for a couple of hours of convivial conversation;
which, hopefully,will get me back on track, and motivated, to start up on this rubbish of mine. Again!
Some good news, Emma is coming down for a few days, with her girls, and they will be staying with us; I am quite excited as I miss Ruby and Poppy May a great deal; not too sure about their mother though 😈