Naughty but nice....

This weekend Mr Jones and I took a brief trip to Southampton to visit Mr and Mrs Everard and their daughter Sophie.

The diet was abandoned, a HUGE curry scoffed, preceeded by a bottle of wine (memo to self - don't send boys for takeaway - they go to the pub and you have to drink away the hunger), and a good flick through the Boden catalogue - which we've decided is porn for girls. Lovely clothes, great shoes and handbags - then at the back - a plethora of pics of handsome men in well-fitting shorts. What's not to like.

Saturday saw Mrs Everard and I attempt to undo the previous night's damage with a day at the spa. However the advertised "light lunch" rather happily included a butternut squash risotto and creme brulee - which unfortunately negated the hour we spent in the gym.

After an exhausting day of lazing, being massaged and generally putting the world to rights, we returned to find Mr Jones and Mr Everard reclining on the sofa in front of the football. Mr Jones, having received a crash course in "how to be a daddy" from Mr Everard, looked a mite peeky. Their young charge had thoroughly exhausted them and herself and left us to a night of yet more eating.

A lovely time was had by all - although this morning the scales weren't so ecstatic and punishment in the form of an hour in the gym was endured. Oh well - I have seven months left to rid myself of the tummy and arm fat!