Painfully sweet, Ernie.
Mr C has been vetted, is snoring on me now. Big drama when I panicked about his weight loss and it took 2 staff to weigh him.
He's, er, lost 50 grammes. 
He is in really fine nick for his age, apparently, which is great news but they don't want to do another big dental until his fangs get a bit worse due to his age. He's not in pain, definitely, which is also a relief.
We are on the sofa having a love-in due to imminent op. Tried and failed to have one day off from charity - needless to say the place was a fiasco due to sudden understaffing and I had to bowl in and sort out the (paid) staff. Twice.
Naturally, as I was weaving out of Waitrose mainlining free coffee with furrowed brow, sweaty and in a knackered old shirt that I strongly suspect was someone else's maternity wear, who do I bump into but my ex who I have avoided for 5 years. He has lost weight and was looking gym-ed up in a pin sharp suit. He said 'you look exactly the same'.