This weekend Mr Fogg had some friends over for a meal so I duly cooked the works and hosted the usual tonne of food.  It was a fun night, although not quite as much fun when one of our guests asked “when are you due?” because I was “starting to show”.  Mortified!!!!  I am not sure who felt more awkward, me or our guest.  So, promptly as our guests left I dragged Mr Fogg out for a walk – all 8.5 miles of it.  It had to be done really, wonderfully mild day, large meal last night and a chance to start exercising.

We wandered all the way along the canal (beautiful) watching the swans, the sheep with their lambs, birdsong and  looking out for deer and other wildlife, and ended up at the pub in Sutton on Derwent (4.3 miles away) for a sedate cup of tea.

It’s got to be done, I officially need to cut back – well, maybe after a nice glass or two of red, oh and the leftover chocolate pots I made yesterday, oh and a nice bit of cheese with biscuits, perhaps some leftover lamb!

Must start swimming again or something, or break out the WI-fit thingy.  Or just buy baggier clothes.

Still, things could be worse – we could have a flight booked to go to the US shortly and there could be some unexpected Ash cloud in the atmosphere causing horrendous cancellations – oh hang on a minute – we are off the the US shortly and there are cancellations.

Break out the camping gear – we might be off to Wales instead!

In the meantime, I’ll just nip and get a snack – feeling peckish now after that walk