Monday, May 09, 2011
Dad is staying with us this week and has already lined himself up to be Paddy's ever-present, ever-constant 'patter on the head'.
Meanwhile, Keith has stepped up the diet over the weekend, has already lost nearly a stone and is proceeding apace with the light of the newly converted fanatic in his eyes. That means that any meal that deviates even slightly from 'grass' is verboten and this, in turn, means that I am rapidly approaching the stage where, if I see one more salad product, I shall break down in sobs of abject misery.
Can someone please smuggle me in some real food..... please......!