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in cornwall...

Thursday 21st August 2008

(with apologies to Christian Reilly)

So we're in Cornwall, staying in a wonderful rambling pile of a house (which DOES have broadband after all, hurrah) belonging to my dear old pals from my Bedlam Theatre days Andy and Lucy.  They've been the soul of hospitality under extremely trying circumstances - they have a little boy Greta's age (who is now her new best friend) and a nine-month old baby girl who managed to break her leg last week and as such has been in traction at the Royal Cornwall Hospital the whole time (and will be for another week or so), with one or other parent stuck in there with her. 

It's been mainly Lucy on hospital detail (we managed to sneak her out for lunch yesterday) so poor old Andy has been running himself ragged looking after their little boy and catering for us.  This latter task he's thrown himself into with great gusto, and I'm afraid to say I may not have been abiding by the strictest letter of the law diet-wise these past couple of days.  Now don't panic, this doesn't mean I'm going to let it slide on any sort of ongoing basis; I've just decided not to worry about it while I'm here and then get back on the wagon as soon as I'm home.   We're only here for four days anyway; we have to set off early Friday morning as I have to be at the Reading festival by that evening.

What it does mean, however, is I make no promises with regard to what my weight turns out to be on Monday.  I've got the weekend to repair the "damage", but if I have put a bit back on, I won't panic and neither should you.

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