Had fat-enforced sobriety to contend with Sunday to Thursday.
Early nights, early rises, sensible dinners, moderate exercise.
Nine bottles of Old Speckled Hen in my fridge, giving me the glad-eye.
Celtic/Rangers cup final on Sunday.
Falling asleep on the couch to whatever's on
Here's to you all, chums. I hope the weekend finds you well. I love you all.
sig by baghead.
Do it to Julia!