Saturday 18th July 2020
Toby strikes again. 6am yowling. I decide to take him downstairs so that he doesn’t wake the whole house.
3lb back on today. I knew it was dehydration! I feed Toby and snuggle up on the sofa for more sleep. Bloody cat!
I’m going to get my nails done this morning, my car is still at my friends house so the husband is going to take me to get it before he takes one of the boys to football training. Of course, this doesn’t go to plan. I was supposed to be there at 10am but messaged her explaining I would be around 15 minutes late. Do you know what time I got there? 11. 11am. I HATE being late, the husband knows this of course but seems oblivious to my silent seething on the journey there. I darent speak for fear of actually exploding.
Luckily my friend was fine, but I felt terrible.
When I get home I have the age old debate. Lunch or alcohol? Should I use my lunch calories for alcohol? What should I?
The boys had KFC for dinner and I was going to cook a curry, but after a few glasses of Prosecco, I couldn’t be bothered. Luckily I had a carbonara so I ate that in the garden whilst watching my cousin do a DJ set on Facebook.
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