Waiting for Weight Loss

Okay, so I lost the script (for a couple of days).

Three weeks of dieting without any real progress (apart from my initial one-and-a-quarter stone loss) meant that drastic action was required and this took the form of Sunday lunch at the local.

Two pints of Palmers bitter instead of a starter, then the Roast Beef of Old England with all the trimmings – Yorkshire pudding, roast potatoes, carrots, cauliflower, parsnip, boiled potato, horseradish sauce and a bottle of Australian red wine.

Wonderful!

And then, by way of a finale, there was a generous helping of treacle tart and custard. It all makes you proud to be English as well as providing a suitable anaesthetic for the agony of the morning’s cricket (effectively losing the test match in Mohali) and then the afternoon’s rugby international in Paris. How content I was, snoring through England’s 31-6 thrashing by the French.

But now it’s back to work on the waistline.