Oh dear my no sugar diet is starting to slip as we approach Christmas. My daughter won a tin of Cadburys Roses in a raffle and they have started to talk to me from the cupboard.
On the flip side my daily morning anti-love handle exercises are starting to pay off and I have started a new part-time job which involves a lot of horse-shit shovelling then pushing it in a wheelbarrow through mud as deep as the trenches – kind of like a poor girl’s gym -perfect!
I have paused this post to watch Celebrity Juice contestants spit brussel spouts at a plate on the end of a table, which is surprisingly entertaining.
Even more entertaining, the contestants having to guess what each other are saying about Christmas as if they have just gums and no teeth. I think I might give that a whirl as a game on Christmas Day, reminds me of my granny.
Later this week I am on the hunt for an alternative Christmas Tree, in other words something vaguely tree like in the woods which wont cost anything. Artificial trees are around £100 and real trees less than 6 foot start around £30. I can think of better ways to spend that money – such as a donation to the charity Tree Aid which empowers the poorest communities in some of the countries worst affected by climate change to combat its effects.
This blog is for Unicef.
Thanks for reading.