I'm defrosting GF pastry to have one last hurrah with the delicious Aldi mincemeat in the fridge.
Just had lunch at desk with two knives, no fork. Been writing since half seven. 20 more scenes to rewrite, then re-read and edit. Re-read to proof and off to agent by end of month. Managed 14 scenes re-written over Christmas hols. Totally avoiding kids and family fun until 3/4 most days. Dreading discovering all the plot holes I've left in my wake. Lots of commissioned work waiting for me on Monday that I don't want to do at all.
I like the sound of the S's diet. I have been in worse states of fatness/unfitness other new years. I put this down to my hardcore weekly reformer Pilates. It's ossum.
Out in a bit to see if buying dd2 new pants will stop her wriggling around like she's got a rat up her backside while we're watching telly (it's not worms, it's small pants, I think
) Also going to get her some proper fitted running shoes from the proper shop now that she's done 50 park runs (! with her dad not me I hasten to add)
I have Daniel a teddy knitted by my mum to her design. I think I do anyway or maybe he is just in my heart (puke). My two have their special things knocking about in their rooms but they don't seem essential anymore. And both gave up their thumbs to my huge surprise.