Monday, 30 March 2009

Wind power

Bloated. Fat. Muffin top. All these words relate to me today after a three-course meal on Saturday night followed by scrumptious Sunday lunch yesterday and then a spicy supper.

I blame Mrs Bancroft. She's the one who has always taught me never to turn down an invitation.

I am doubled up with wind, the belt on my jeans is digging in to my stomach and making an interesting imprint. I will need a crane to lift me out of this chair. Beware anyone who comes too close behind me when I walk the dogs later on.

I feel like the woman on the Nimble bread advert but for all the wrong reasons. She flew like a bird in the sky, light as anything, floating in her hot air balloon. I, too, will be shooting across the field. But in the way a balloon filled with helium does when it is let down.

With my iPod on, I will be oblivious as the whole village crumbles in my wake.

That's about all I can manage

Love Maddie x

7 comments:

  1. No mention of the dreaded white wine Maddie. Were your arms waving about too much to write any more?

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  2. If anyone confronts you about this, just blame the dogs.

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  3. Hey - that's what I was going to say....blame it on the dogs.
    Will you be undertaking any fasting regime or cardio-workouts after all that?

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  4. You must nibble daintily in future but I agree never turn down an invitation involving food and drink !!

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  5. I thought 'ladies' didn't do that! It is defo the dog and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Sounds like you enjoyed it though!
    CKx

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  6. Remember what happened to the Nimble lady - she became fat and tried to kill a baker's dozen (13 bakers)

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  7. The wind'll be blowing when you walk the dogs!

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