It’s no good; I simply can’t tolerate that kind of behaviour.

I came upstairs to find Katie rolling a dead mouse inside my Morris trousers – it is just completely unacceptable.

Over this weekend I have been forced to confront some unpleasant truths. I am fat, I look old and I make meals that make people queasy. Just as well I’m not going get all precious about it and curl up in a ball and hide in a corner until someone’s nice to me again. Sniff, sniff.

On the other hand it has been a bustly sort of weekend so I don’t really have time to mope about. I have been (Morris) dancing out in public both days, I have been in a play and I have hosted a big old party so that’s not bad for a couple of days.

But boy, now that it’s all over am I cranky or what!

Tomorrow will be a day to reacquaint myself with lettuce and say a reluctant farewell to chocolate. A day to restore my relationship with the rowing machine and part company for a while with sloth. A day to take positive steps and lay negative behaviours in a box. It is already starting to sound very tiring and if I didn’t such a fricking headache (Stella, hot afternoon, etc.) I’d have a Baileys.

I know what I haven’t done in ages – posted a pic. I’ll just go and hunt for something jolly……………

Ah here we are - some benches