Mar 24, 2009

Survival of the Fattest

Optic And so we are back again now and have been for some time. Adjusting back to upside-down life with clocks that tell the wrong time, though that has now become the right time and when the inevitable magnetic dipole inversion comes we'll be the right way up.

Work punished Nicole a bit when she got back with unpleasant and insensitive shift routines which left her a bit buggered - even more than the rest of us - but she took it like a nurse.

We picked the dogs up and they don't seem to hate us.

Eloise is at Nursery three days a week now so the routine has changed a bit, but mostly it's back to the old fandango with swimming and dancing.

To my horror I have acquired love handles and a gut and just before our return weighed nearly twelve stone, a frightening mass. Regular exercise has hopefully reduced that now though I think I can still pinch an inch.

Other than that, the house didn't smell when we got back, it was still standing, no breakins or burnouts... the garden had run rampant though and the grass was about two feet tall. Three mowings later it was as we'd left it.

So now I'm back to College, Eloise is back to Nursery, Nicole's back to University. We'll have to find the dogs something to study.

No comments:

Post a Comment