Back to work we go

In a foolhardy moment of inattention, I stepped onto the bathroom scales on Sunday morning. They groaned loudly and plaintively.

This presented something of a dilemma. As everyone knows, the law states very clearly that all diets must start on a Monday. A separate law states firmly that all diets must be stopped when you are on holiday. Monday was a public holiday. Tuesday was a University holiday. Wednesday was a return to work day for many of us, so the office would be filled with cakes and biscuits. On top of that, we were going out to lunch as a team. There is obviously no point in starting a diet on a Thursday, especially if you are considering a weekday diet – and in any case, Thursday is not Monday.

Next Monday it is, then!

The scales may be even less impressed this coming Sunday. We have continued feasting with happy abandonment. We went back to the Three Horseshoes on Saturday evening, for a sumptuous meal. We had had lunch at Chatsworth on Saturday too, but only because we happened to be there at lunchtime. And we had light lunches in anticipation of the evening feast.

And since then we’ve been properly feasting out of the freezer, the allotment and the garden. And I made fairy cakes.

I spent Friday tidying and cleaning the house, while The Builder was at work. I found a large quantity of items belonging to other people, including a pair of "stocking" socks which no one will admit to owning. After that we had a fairly quiet weekend. We pottered about in Chatsworth and Chesterfield on Saturday. We tootled about at home on Sunday. On Monday we went into Sheffield and helped Freyja shift boxes from her old place to the new. It was a lovely, quiet three days.

And now I am back at work. It was a nasty shock to the system after not quite 5 weeks off work, not only having to get up promptly on Wednesday morning, but also having to move about purposefully, rather than just taking things slowly. We are **very** slowly getting back into routine. It’s probably just as well that I am only at work three days this week, though. I am quite amazingly tired!

Back at the end of June, I bought 4 tickets for the Malvern Autumn Show at the end of September. A few days later they turned up in the post. I counted them to make sure they were all there. They were. A few days later, someone from the showground rang to check that we had the right number of tickets. We did. Odd, they said. We've had one of your tickets returned to us by somebody else. Curious, said I. But we definitely have 4 tickets. For some reason, I was moved to look at the tickets on Tuesday morning. Can't tell you why. We do indeed have 4 tickets. But 3 of them were for Saturday (which is when we are intending to go) and one was for Sunday. I assume the ticket that was mysteriously returned was a Saturday one. They are sending me a new ticket for the right day. I hope!