I bumped into a passing acquaintance.
She told me about how exhausted she was and how hard last week had been because she's been to the Paralympics, 2 days, spent another with the grandchildren and then had a late night when she'd been out to the theatre. Then how awful it is that's she's lost a stone in weight, but wishes it could be more.
Couldn't she have tried to tell me how fab it had been to do so much exciting stuff and to have made a great start at the weight loss?
And yes, I know I'm moaning 