Your Favourite Booze.

I've fairly wrecked my fitness with gluttonizing on chocs, crisps, cakes and all kinds of stuff for some years, Mark, so I know all about harming oneself! Others are doing it with booze, or gambling with money they don't really have, or with toxic emotions, whatever. We all have our own way to hurt ourselves, given the chance! Just as long as we don't take anyone down with us, we shouldn't care. However, I have decided I really AM getting a grip on the overweight situation, and will be making amends. Luckily, with food, unlike ciggies, it doesn't mean you give up entirely! :D

Genuinely - you could always cut a few off the day's intake, but I don't recommend giving up. My Mum was down to around 3 a day, 5 with a drink, and she's smoked since she could roll brown paper and inhale it! - around 12 or 13. And she's just turning 89. Lots of nuts and bolts have fallen off her, it's true, but they're not smoking-related, so you may as well keep on!
 
Poor old Jon really did suffer but at last she wasn't ill on her own (tho' I suspect at times she rather wished she was!!).

I've now succumbed to the usual Christmas cold plus evil sore throat but luckily it's not too bad - tough if it was, 'cos it's Rosie's day off!!

Yes, the electric oven decided to go u/s on Christmas day - why do appliances always choose that particular day to die? For some reason, the heating elements in the fan oven decided to fuck up - amazing.....

We were never going to be eating before 2pm anyway but we had to wait until the Aga was cranked up enough to be really hot, so it all turned out fine in the end.
 
Try soothing the throat with the Toffee Vodka, Jules! You're right about not being on my own - surrounded by 400 barking mad dogs, bawling cows, a bird-table full of darling boidies - tits, sparrows, robins and finches, and fields FULL of blackbirds, wood pidgies, and hundreds of crows! Oh, and one brave and bolshie pheasant, who walked calmly into the garden just after the gun dogs had gone off with Julie, and after their efforts to reduce his relatives during the Boxing Day shoot. He looked round, held up just one toe in the air, said 'spin on this!' and serenely walked back into the hedgerow.
 
Oh, you never ever swallow it Brian, you spit it out, errr maybe that is where I went wrong :(
 
Same to you Lee :D dont drink too much it tends to make you do silly things, errrr or is that just me. :shy:
 
My New Years Eve will consist of me and my hubby playing the new Harry Potter DVD game Santa brought me and getting a bit tiddly, having cheese and bacon roll thingys and trying to fend of doggies from said food stuff. Just in case anybodys wondering Tiger has settled in and is now part of the family, he,s crackers but in a good way, still cant believe its been this easy, Huskies think he's a wus cos he wears a jacket when its cold.

Anyway all have a great evening and great New Year.

Cheers.

BTW hubbys got no chance with this game.
 
Great to hear he's doing well - tell him theres no shame in wearing a coat - all mine have them - red fleece with a black trim for the Christmas festivities. Their Christmas pressies were foot long rawhide chews which lasted all of .......... 15 mins (there was me thinking that it might just keep them quiet for most of the afternoon!).

Has he taken over your sofa yet? They do tend to be a bit partial to that sort of comfort level, preferably upsidedown legs in the air.
 
Sofa if he can get away with it, more beds than homebase tho to keep him happy. My mum loves him to bits and spoils him rotten, she bought him 3 beds cos they werent big enough, so she said. He was a little dubious about the anklebiters at first, now he's the nearest thing they get to a horse (he's massive) and gets groomed daily and yes dragged around a bit (with supervision) but he handles it really well and wont leave them even with an escape route up the stairs.
 
Cheap Gin, Fresh Orange and Lemonade at 6am this morning (the party started sometime on Friday afternoon), is not my favourite booze.
 
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