Blossoming

Today is the start of the rest of my life.

My weight gain since moving to the Dower House with its lack of stairs, nasty dirty corners and a vast number of rooms to clean on three floors , is no longer tenable and I must take action.

The availability of the Swedish cafe about 50 paces from the door doesn't help, nor does watching while his Lordship exhibits his ability to eat what he likes without recourse to a bigger size in clothes.

I object to paying money to someone to tell me I'm overweight and then to repeat the process every week in front of a number of other ladies in the same predicament in the hope of shaming me into taking action.
Likewise I don't want to use my scales and come up with the same answer.The horror of actually seeing a number in stones and pounds would send me straight to the biscuit box.
Instead I am going grow long ears and two big front teeth and eat salads.

There will be no desserts, biscuits, cakes or bread, even at the Land of Flowers.
As the saying goes, You can never be too rich or too thin.

I will of course be hell to live with, more than usual, although I know his Lordship doubts that's possible, but my trousers will be loose and my derrière will not have recourse to two postal codes.

Of course there are the 2 Cadbury's creme eggs rolling around my desk as I type.
I shall preserve them as proof of my steely resolve. Should I waver in a moment of weakness, I will confess to the world.

Since it's impossible to ignore the extravagant showiness of the cherry trees lining the paths in the Meadows today, I feel justified in sharing the colour with you before the wind returns and the blossoms are blown away.