Crikey - am I embarrassed now; just been on fb and seen your comments. No pressure then ?? Well Tight (black) Lycra Boy has not been out frightening the gentle promenaders of the Resort today - a recovery day, for them! Well, it has been one of those grey days with cold horizontal hard bouncy stuff falling out of the sky and disturbing me by being noisy on the window sill - stage right. Feel sorry for all of you who have been forced out there. Actually, I was forced out there as well as Lycra Boy is also a health freak and can't sit still and slump around ( you know that by the bike riding) so 'let's have a walk around the block' to me meant about 100 yards at the most - aha not the case my friends it was up Spook hill, though the woods, toowit towoo and home a different way. We went at about 5 ish, nice time, dark and very cold. However, it did mean that I had worked up a decent appetite and so didn't have to feel guilty eating an amazingly big plate of brown rice, tuna, toms, anchovies, spinach, onions and lotsa spices from my newly stocked cupboard, or have that bag of crisps and glass of red wine and then pretend that I didn't have a slice of marzipan, which I have just found and am addicted to, and a sliver of Xmas cake and the last of G's orange and sultana cakes and a cup of milky coffee. It's all his fault.

Enjoying the Caitlin Moran very much BUT am I too late for feminism ?? I was there the first time remember. During my early life and times I was regularly dragged out at parties to send unsuspecting men cowering into corners with my VIEWS on equality and whatever else was popular at the time.

I was lucky because TLB had a mother who smoked cigars, worked full time and slumped in the chair in front of the telly as soon as she was back from school, she hated being a schoolteacher. Thus small boys and equally, maybe not, hard working father had to lurk about in desultory fashion to find something to eat not daring to disturb the matriarch. TLB was cooking a full Sunday lunch at 12. He was brilliant when he went to uni ( I use that word loosely ) as he was the only one who knew one end of a saucepan from the other. He was popular.

When I first ironed a shirt for him he stared in disbelief and wonder because he had never had an ironed shirt before. Good old mother in law, no competition there. She always did comment though that her boy was looking thinner - the cheek. He was in CCF at his rather posh school, well we may have heard of knife edged trouser creases but these imitations of drain pipes did not do the boy's nascent military career any good. He left.

We danced this afternoon - after the scathing comments on Monday morningfrom our 25 year old teacher we dared not practice - so we were busy Telemark turning, V6ing and tangoing when the granddaughter arrived - she was suitably impressed. I was not so impressed as I was stuck under the arm pit of sweaty TLB and getting mildly asphyxiated. SOMEONE had given him some snug warm vests and yes....aroma. Mind you at least he'll take it off tonight. There was a time in our early married life when I watched with horror as the vest stayed on all day and night all week, biking across London for an hour each way to work, home, bed and back to work. Some vest that. It took great will power to wrench it from his nerveless form - maybe he misread the signs and that's why .......no I shan't go there, there are children out there!!!

Well, I feel dead daft writing this but you are all invisible which is good. 100 pages of Caitlin to go and book club tomorrow. It's very saucy in parts and C is a contemporary of 2 of my daughters, do I really want to hear true life confessions or the part Hitler (me ) played in their downfall. Yipes - I do live dangerously. Hey, no spide names yet ??? Ciao for now, love you all x