pouf!

I weighed myself at the gym this morning, which was a bad idea. I had just been for a run, and put the running machine up one level, so I was feeling pretty good, but I guess all those glasses of wine and chocolate brownies whilst watching Corrie last night probably put paid to my measly half-hour of cardio. Still, I can't go on I diet. They don't sell Muller yoghurts or Special K in Kathmandu, therefore it is impossible to diet. Yes, it is. Don't argue with me. You can't make me diet.

There was something marginally more interesting than my weight to tell you about, but I have forgotten already. Der...I'm casting my mind about, but no, the thought has vanished, like a soap bubble on a rose bush - pouf!

I will have a think, and get back to you...