ah, the weekend at home!

Friday was my Gran's birthday. As usual celebrations mean eating out. I went with the steak and (local) ale pie with chips. Yes. Obviously not the best option but as usual I rationalised that it was a one off celebration lunch and I have the week to work it off. So I just enjoyed the moment. I did NOT however wash it down with a usual pint of cider and ate light the rest of the day so hopefully it will work out.

That was the only bad decision of the weekend. I resisted the stocked fridge of chicken satay, biscuits, spring rolls, pain au chocolate and fizzy drinks. I realised I can make some good decisions.

I learnt that raking the leaves in the garden is hard bloody work. Also never do it when it is windy. It did make me sweat more chasing the leaves. I managed to fill four giant bags in two hours... before the rain ushered in me in doors. Woke up the next day and you'd think I'd never been out there raking my socks off in the first place. Bah.

I regret not taking the dog for long walks. I really miss my iccle puppy. I wanted to steal her and bring her back to Manchester with me.

There was some more family drama. But the least said about the better.
I am tired physically.
and emotionally.
I love being at home with the family.
But I am glad to be back on my own.