Right well anyway I have some news. Pretty big news as it happens. I decided I wasn't happy with one or two things in my life and that things needed shaking up 
First thing: husband has gone back to work one day a week and looks like it's going up to two days a week. He's retired early and was annoying the shit out of me. Now he's happier and so am I (though his job seems predominantly to involve having lunch
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Second thing: house - we have a house and a chapel in the garden which we have planning permission to develop into a four bedroomed house with a view to dividing the title and selling both separately or perhaps living in the chapel (which I feel spooked by every time I go in). We would have had to spend a lot to develop it and I was not sure the profit margin made it worthwhile. So I spent this week costing it out and proved to DH it isn't work us doing it so today we had the site valued and are putting it on the market and we found a house already - it's fucking beautiful. I would be so proud to live there, it's about ten miles away from here in an amazing village and we are going back to see it again next week and also check out the village school (which we could walk to instead of having an eleven mile round trip twice in a day.
So now I have decluttering/snagging etc to do on this house, some legal work (I have a change of use application in and various legal bits I have to do before we sell the house, but one of our friends is interested in buying it
and so I'm doing little happy dances round the house (while simultaneously trying not to mess up the house which is remarkably tidy.)
The cat is settled and happy and we are going to let him go out in the morning to explore the garden. Perhaps that'll stop him being a PITA
- he's taken to sitting in front of DH's computer screen when he wants a cuddle. Which is funny for me, not so much for DH. 
We went out to lunch today - I had a ploughman's. Well actually I had half a lovely bread roll with some salted butter and a little bit of pate and one little bit of cheese and lots of pickles and salad and DS ate six fucking ounces of strong cheddar - he's two FFS!
He then ate half DD's haddock in batter too!
But I had plenty and I really enjoyed it but felt under no pressure, even though it took me an hour to eat mine and the rest of them were pretty much done in twenty minutes.
I was telling DH about some of the things women dieting do (like the 'I'll eat it now so it's not there to tempt me tomorrow') and he said women were illogical and he wouldn't even attempt to understand
. But he's right about one thing : if you said to your friends 'I have this plan. I'm going to measure everything I put in my mouth every day and judge the success of my life on this, combined with numbers of a scale' your friends would tell you, that you were off your bleeding rocker
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And on that thought I have to leave and do ironing! Have a fabulous weekend everyone. Stop worrying about all this btw, however you do today, it's doesn't matter, because the sun comes up in the morning and you have a whole new day to do something different if today didn't work for you. :)