Well, quite a day. Back into work after 7 weeks off following my hernia op, all ready for the RTW interview followed by handing in THAT letter. Sadly it was not to be; no Nigel, no Richard so it by that most impersonal means - email - that I tendered my letter of resignation to HR. Oh well I could have sent it in by text! I'll look forward to talking with the guys when they are back at t'mill.
Now, none of that is partcularly ironic I hear you mutter. How about this then: I've been watching what I eat over the past few weeks. Not going mad and certainly not abstaining totally from chocolate so, when I stepped on the scales this evening, I was more than chuffed to see that I've dropped getting on for half a stone. Still short of where I want to be but well chuffed! Then as I bent over to pick up a towel, the arse of my jeans let rip, opening up just like a burst banana, right across my right cheek. I blame it on my wallet...
If exercise isn't the answer, try snoozing in a sweatsuit
(or under a pair of terriers!)
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