I have developed a hacking cough, which is nice. Well, it must be almost three months since my last chest infection sort of almost cleared up, so I am obviously due another one. Gah.
The Black Lung tends to appear when I am stressed, I assume that my resistence is lower or something. Whatever the reason, it is a mighty pain in the hole*.
On his triumphant return yesterday, Mr WithaY and I decided to go out for dinner with some friends. We went into town and tried out a pub which has fairly recently changed hands, and has a good reputation for food. Well, all I can say is, it is a thoroughly well-deserved reputation.
There were four of us, and we had three courses each, two bottles of wine (between us, not each) plus a round of drinks at the bar, and it came to about £30 a head. The food was superb.
I had a starter of grilled goats cheese with caramelised pears, chutney and salad, which was utterly delicious. My main course was a steak with perfect, handcut chips, mushrooms, home-made onion rings and a fondant tomato. Nom nom nom.
But, the piece de resistance for me was the pudding. Check this out:
It's a honey and lemon posset, with home-made shortbread. Mr WithaY chose it, and it was fab. This was mine:
Chocolate torte with a little sort of mini-tiramisu on the side. Forgive the rather grainy pics, I took them on my phone in low light.
Other news: Still (mostly) doing ok with the new eating regime. Lost another 3 pounds last week, making a total of 13 pounds in 11 weeks. I am happy with it. Not sure how it'll be this week, after last night's meal, but hey. It was worth it.
*The lung hole