Okay so last time I wrote I professed to be back on the horse. remember that?
Turns out I actually got off it, shot it and proceeded to eat it. Not just the tasty meaty bits either. I ate the lot. I even devoured all the nasty testicles and hooves that they put into hot dog sausages and sausage rolls.
it’s a funny old thing trying to get back into the swing of things. I do it often and sometimes I do great and others quite terribly and it is often the simplest of things that trip me up.
Routine really works for me and once I am up and running I do really well but heavens forbid that routine gets disrupted and I behave like a bear who is intent on fattening up because he heard from a mate that it is going to be a particularly long winter and only dominos pizza and packets of pom bears will provide the calorific content required to stop him shuffling off this mortal coil sometime early February.
Now as much as I might pretend I am not really a fool and I know the signs and I realise what is going on but bloody hell I do so find it hard to turn things around sometimes. Oh and god forbid I shold try and turn it around on a week day. More chance of getting hit up the arse by a rainbow.
Apparently the cake lover in me is convinced that things can only be turned around on a Monday following a Sunday of pavlova and black forest gateau. God he is a greedy bastard.
Anyway, this week I have done my damnedest to defy that black forest scoffing porker and I have attempted to turn things around on a Saturday. Of all days!
I’ll let you know how I get on but right now I am off to get an apple as I am rather peckish and a horse cock kebab is sounding pretty good right now.