Horrible weigh-in this morning. Gained 2lb over Christmas. I shall never be a skinny old bat at this rate. Must try harder. At least my kidney isn't so vile today.
Ventured into the Elephant & Castle shopping centre. Overheard a lonely woman aged about 30 saying she had been all alone on New Year's Eve, but was hoping not to be next year. Join the gang, pet! Mind you, spoke to Nibby who had of course been invited out, but due to advancing years opted to go to bed at 9.30pm, which was pushing it a bit, I thought. My stepfather was always up for a party until his death. I well remember a tiny riverside pub, The White Swan in Twickenham, where we had a wonderful New Year, which ended with the legendary landlady of the time being lifted over everyone's heads to rousing cheers from the revellers - and another quieter time, where we had a lovely New Year's Eve in a French Bistro in Barnes. It was like a Reveillon dinner in France, with many courses, lots of families, a piano player and tiny dance floor. A very chic little place, low intimate lighting and full of happy people.
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