Saturday Morning

Strange week. OK week at work, and at home rather up and down. Romy has had some very bad news, but is coping very well.

After an uncertain few days, with comings and goings at frequent intervals in the flat upstairs, the neighbours rang my doorbell with some slightly out-of-date smoked salmon for Kooky, who ate half greedily before becoming bored with it. Seems they now have a huge (over 10lb) baby boy, who wasn't well when born and had to stay in hospital with a chest infection, but has now recovered and is back home.

Julian came around yesterday, bearing a garlic crusher for me and a couple of heather plants for the garden, which we dug around a bit.

I have been feeling slightly ratty with the diet, but keeping the fluids up helps a lot. Spoke to Dorothy who has been successfully doing this and losing 2lb a week regularly, who told me that snacks had been virtually eliminated in favour of larger meals. I, on the other hand, am snacking like mad, but at least on fruit and stuff.

Had lunch at Lye Torng yesterday. They have a beef stir fry which is almost all meat with a tiny bit of vegetable, so tried that yesterday with a dessertspoon of rice. Made a change. It's the weigh-in tomorrow.

I am rather concerned about Madeleine, who seems to have shouldered the burdens of the world recently. I think she needs to come up to town, have a coffee in Selfridges and wander around the Wallace Collection. Or something. Preferably frivolous. For some reason Liberty's comes to mind.