Are comments appearing in tiny print for everyone else, or is it just me? Not just on this blog, others too.
We’re thinking that we’ll bring Pinkie part of the way on the footpath. I said we had better go out at 6 or 6.30 – oh all right, but no later than 7 o’clock. The Sage still looked a bit glum. “I want to be in the shop working by 8” I explained. He suggested we could do it on Sunday, or another day. “It still has to be that early though, before people are driving past.” Anyway, I’m setting the alarm for 6.
Tonight marked Progress in Z’s diet, which has been ongoing for nearly 10 months now. I shall go back a bit and explain the whole thing.
Some 8 or 10 years before she died, when we were both staying with my sister for a week, we all went shopping and my mother bought a skirt. I liked it very much, but she saw it first and I encouraged her to buy it – but she never once wore it. I don’t know why not; it was evidently one of those things one buys because it’ s a bargain but turns out to be a false one. In those days, I could easily have fitted into it.
After she died, my sister and I sorted out her clothes and gave most of them to the charity shop, though we kept a few coats which had hardly been worn and other things – we were always cheerfully swapping clothes, so it didn’t feel weird. Anyway, I kept this skirt, even though I couldn’t wear it. I thought that one day I might slim down enough – pathetic, isn’t it? That was more than 5 years ago.
So, a few weeks ago I tried it on and I could not only do the zip up but fasten the waistband too. And tonight I wore it. I’m vastly pleased, to wear a size 10 (that’s a 6 to you Transatlanticians) again.
I went to my last concert of the summer at Snape tonight and I met 5 friends, unexpectedly. That is, a couple and another couple with her brother. Very nice.
I’ve come home, drunk a cup of tea and a glass of whisky (no wine tonight, but can’t let the blood override the alcohol in the veins, isn’t healthy) and now I’m off to bed. Goodnight, darlings.