Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
Help!
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......!
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ah salad fanatics - the worst kind of fanatic ever...... Me thinks you'll be needing to sneak out for meals me dear.
Poor you, but well done hubby xx
I will indeed, John!
Sage, yes, he is doing well and I hope he continues.
I am following Slimming World's plan! Just about to do a Quorn chilli concarne! Mmmmmmm! Dxx
Sounds good, mrsnesbitt. Will you be sending some over to us? ;)
Real food? Paddy's a hot dog!
Yes please, YP!
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