Hm, decisions, decisions, shall we watch Soapstar Superstar or Sleb Big Bro. Oh what a choice, crapop or crapreality. I’m afraid the crapop wins hands down – well you know me and crapop. The addition of the Goodies (where the giant kitten is I dread to think) to the Big Brother house really didn’t do a thing for me. I don’t mind a mowffy cow, or even two, but not when they are unwatchably so. And after learning that Ken walked I’ve no desire to revisit. At least with SS there are some jolly tunes to listen to.

First day of the Drop a Jean Size diet today and I am surprised that I haven’t felt really, really hungry. Cereal usually just gives me a tremendous appetite for some real food but I have managed to just about stay to target and don’t feel the need to rush off to the kitchen for a last minute food-fill. The reason for choosing this two week challenge is partly the control aspect because half the battle with weight loss is getting back into control - me controlling it not it controlling me - and the first two weeks of any diet are the worst. In two weeks I can wrest back control and get into a healthier eating pattern. Also as I don’t eat cereal as a rule when I am fed up with the sight of a crunchy nut cornflake by the end of the two weeks it won’t be a foodstuff I shall miss.

I have for a few weeks had a real craving for cornflakes so this should sort it out!

It did mean though that I couldn’t partake of the delicacies I prepared for our lunchtime meeting. The sandwiches with cream cheese, raisins and grated carrot looked really interesting, and actually rather refreshing.

I took a chap by surprise tonight. Oh not in a naughty, cheeky, caught-in-a-dark-corner type way. I acted with him in a play twenty-two years ago and haven’t seen him since but I surprised him by remembering him when he didn’t have clue who I was (I was less memorable in those days – people don’t dare forget me now!). Memory is a strange creature though as I’m often reminded of doing things I have no recollection of – and I really don’t have any recollection of walking across Tower Bridge naked apart from a red bobble hat and a little feminine grace.

I am joking of course – I don’t have a red bobble hat.