Remember I said I was starting a weight loss regime? Yeah you do.
I am happy to report that to date I have lost nine and a half pounds. Doesn't sound much, but it's 19 packets of butter. Or nine and a half bags of sugar. Or a shedload* of satsumas.
It doesn't really show yet, as proportionally it is a mere drop in the ocean, but it's an achievement and I am pleased.
Other news: Visa application saga continues, and is stressful, depressing and expensive. I ended up having to take the afternoon off work as I was weeping uncontrollably after having to rummage through all the paperwork relating the the SSFH** to find the bits that the Embassy need. So that was nice.
Tonight, by way of light relief, Mr WithaY and I are off out to see some mates for dinner and to participate in a mass Folding. The parish magazine doesn't just staple itself, you know.
*The research team are still working on the details of this one.
**Shit Storm From Hades