Footsie

Playing footsie under the table is not only confined to the young, although in this case it is more of a tussle for a share of leg space.

His Lordship and I were taking time out after hauling a clothing donation to the local charity shop. A smaller dress size means a clear out of fat clothes. This may or may not be a short sighted idea in view of my ability to harvest pounds in no time at all, but seeing a morbidly obese young woman of 46 stones on the TV last night, has made me redouble my determination to stick to my slimming regime.

While HL and I are usually on our own in the Dower House, suddenly, within the next few days there is an influx of family and friends, leaving me feeling stressed when I try to arrange visiting times suitable for them and us.

This afternoon my best school friend is coming with her husband for coffee. HL is planning on plying them with wine if they are not driving. They are only up from London for a few days which means if you blink, you don't see them.