Also, here's the [now redacted] stuff I wrote before re Cos dress.
I am indeed 'shapely', but most things in Cos look shite as they hang directly from my (famous) boobs, cling lightly to my arse and belly, do not pass Go, and avoid my waist and any mention of said 'shape'.
I also tried on a GORGEOUS black floaty skirt by Finery in John Lewis, and was torn between the two. But the skirt would have needed a very fitted top, and with the current size of my arse would have been in danger of making me look waddly.
Beginning to despair re fatness. I eat generally under 1500 calories a day, yet stubbornly stay the same flubberiness. Unless I glance at some fish and chips, in which case I put on half a stone immediately. I can't do much exercise, other than swimming, due to knackered hip. It seems At Our Age one has to eat very little AND do exercise just to remain acceptable, let alone lose weight. Maybe I should just give up and book in the whale stretcher to remove me from the house in a year's time.
Our dishwasher = Beko. No problems so far, but it's only been three years. Admittedly, it tips over when you pull the bottom drawer out, but that's a fitting problem. One of those things that's v annoying every day, but too difficult to sort yourself, and too small a job for a handy person.
Well played all the crepey offspring with their offers and their exam passing and their coming out of hospital. DS continues to be the squarest child on the planet. He really really wanted to be a chorister, so I found him a suitable choir, he went along on Wednesday, wants to go again tonight, and particularly loves the Latin.