Inedible

A day of mixed fortunes with the good ones predominating.
There was an early return of an article of clothing which did me no favours except give me back the money I spent on it. Impulse buying rarely has a good outcome. How I wish I still had my fashion adviser with me- I struggle on my own.

Back home I made a concerted effort to finish the book group book which made the muddle of content slightly clearer. Just as I was at the last page the letter box delivered a brown envelope with a flourish.

Brown utility envelopes are not generally the harbinger of good news, but this one heralded the news of a 25p pension increase a week, the result of a significant birthday on the horizon. My mind went into overdrive at the thought of what I might spend this extra money on. In a month, I would have enough to buy a 2nd class stamp with money left over. My heart skipped a beat at the prospect.

Still reeling from the contents of that letter, my good fortune continued, relaying by way of my I-watch to I-phone that I had done more exercise today than yesterday, although it tells me I haven’t walked and run as far this month as last month. I blame the fingerless gloves.
Worse than that is the fact that my average mileage this year is only 5.3 miles a day compared to 6.5 miles last year. I blame the FairIsle beanies.

Are you still with me? If so you will understand why, for the first time in 3 months standing on the scales this morning in a complete state of undress, the reading was so unbelievable (in a bad way), that I moved them about the floor to get a better reading, but to no avail. Stobo will only make matters worse, not to mention the cake at the book group meeting tonight.