Relax I'm still here.............

So I haven't blogged for ages. I have been doing the #100happydays malarkey instead and I am now on day 86. It's been a blast but it's nearly over now and so I thought I would gently ease myself back into blogging in a gentle and ladylike manner in a bid to try and get some of my Ukranians back.

 

Or anyone from Chad - I'm not fussy .

 

And the last time I blogged was 3 and a half months ago. Have you missed me?

 

I am still at my fat club target although I am tending to bob around a bit - up 2,  down 3, stay the same etc etc. I am happy with this. I did ask some die hard Slimming World target members the secret to their still snake like hips and they suggested having extra bread ( shriek! ) or the odd extra lump of cheese ( swoon ) but it was all a bit vague ....so the secret to my success is just to still follow the plan and if I feel the need to have a burger ( like today ) then I am good for the next few days and fingers crossed it seems to be working.

 

I have returned to a weekly class though . I like the banter plus I like the cereal bars. It also keeps me in check if I know that the results of my very busy social life will show at the scales.

 

And speaking of busy - I am a crumpled waif at the moment. I am doing a quiz on a Monday and Tuesday and it may not sound difficult but it definitely is. I have to keep control of lots and lots of drunk people and some of them seriously need a bit of a slap. My friend Debbie used to do the quiz with me years ago, and I always remember her saying when we got to the pub one night -

 

''no matter how easy you think this quiz is, for some people it will never be easy''

 

and that basically sums it up.

 

I have been heckled, shouted at, hassled and there's a couple of you out there that have had a little tantrum because you haven't won. I don't care who wins. I get paid to do it and as long as the majority of people there appear to be having fun then that's good enough for me.

 

I am off to London next week to see Robbie Williams with Nicola. We have had the usual last minute drama with the tickets but after a few strongly worded emails and some twitter cursing, they have now arrived. hallelujah.

 

The week after next I am off to Cardiff to see H graduate. For those of you that don't follow me on facebook , you will have missed the drama of the dresses. I need to have exactly the right thing to wear for this momentous occasion. So far I have bought -

 

1. An emerald green tea dress from Fat Face. This is still my outright favourite however I cant wear it unless my boobs shrink between now and the 15th July. My chest will take over the entire ceremony and possibly most of South Wales so it's unfortunately a no-no.

 

2. A Jane Norman navy effort. It would look nice at a funeral or if I got an OBE.

 

3. A very nice one from Viva, the clothes shop on the corner. I thought that this was the one but I saw someone wearing the same one last night at fat club and I wasn't happy.

 

4. A White Stuff one with butterflies on. Too smocky and I wore it out for lunch last week and so it's no longer a virgin.

 

THE WINNER IS -

 

A white linen one with a nice lace border.

 

I got it from Tescos up Camborne and it cost £16.

 

 I am going to accessorise.

 

I still have 12 days of course to change my mind but am going to try and be disciplined.

 

 And coincidentally the penultimate #happydays photo will be of H in her cap and gown. This was not intended but I think is a jolly nice way to bring it to an end.

 

An then you blog fans can have me back.

 

You're welcome.

 

 

What's the worst that could happen?

So it's November and we were all a bit bored last night.  Debbie was seemingly so bored that she asked me to do a parachute jump with her and I must have been bored enough to agree and we are booking it in for the spring. I am scared of heights and the thought terrifies me and if it all goes horribly wrong we are going to be on the front of the national newspapers and as we are doing it for charity I reckon the headlines could be something like this................

 

DAILY MAIL - LEFT WING MIDDLED AGED MUMS TERRORIST PLOT ENDS IN TRAGEDY

 

THE SUN - CHARITY ANGELS FALL FROM GRACE

 

THE ST IVES TIMES AND ECHO - LOCAL CHARITY  PIONEERS MOURNED BY HUNDREDS

 

But of course we aren't going to die are we?

 

My biggest fear is that I will poo myself and ruin the Anneka Rice style jumpsuit I am wearing and the video will be shown on YouTube.

 

Or that I will land on a cliff edge and fall in the sea and drown.

 

Or that I will chicken out..........

 

It seemed like such a good idea at the time but you know what? It will be a laugh and if I am going to meet my maker or be worm fodder or come back as a ghost then at least I will be doing something that I will laugh about. I obviously wont be here to laugh along with you but I am preparing to write my eulogy just in case. And I would like Robbie Williams to sing at my funeral. Thanks.

 

The charity that I am going to do mine in aid of is the British Heart Foundation in honour of my dear Dad. If he was here and I told him what I was up to,  then he would definitely say something along the lines of ''by pet, what ya deeing that for man?''. And wouldn't it be ironic if I had a heart attack mid jump? I am guessing that some of you may now have picked up on my fear but we are definitely going to do it!

 

Watch this space people..................

 

On to dietary things now. I am on my no carb Monday and am mashing cauliflower like there's no tomorrow. I have a feeling I wont lose this week but will stay the same and I am quite happy ( ish ) with that. Another friend is coming along to Redruth with us on Wednesday and I have pre warned her about the eclectic mix of characters that she will encounter. I just hope that Witchy Liz will be back from her apple crumblefest and my friend can see the enigma for herself.

 

I have started my second ball of wool for the jumper I am knitting and am quite enjoying click clacking away at night. Our Happy Stitchers group is starting in January and it will be a laugh. I would like to say that I will be wearing my new hand knitted jumper by then but I have a lot of things going on between now and January so I think that may be a bit optimistic. But you never know.

 

And it is just over 5 weeks until Christmas and not a thing has been bought. I know people that have their tree up and I reckon mine will be up in about 4 weeks. I am apparently cooking the dinner, which I am fine about, as nobody cooks a sprout quite like myself and I am guessing there will be several bottles of fizzy stuff consumed before during and after which will be nice.

 

And in honour of our imminent activities, here is a song that keeps going through my head....

 

HELP!

You knit and make soup in the winter, right?

So it is cold and it is the winter and I want to knit a jumper and I want to make soup. A jumper that I will finish knitting and a soup that will taste nice.

 

So no pressure there then.

 

I furtively sneaked out yesterday and got myself a pattern and some needles and some lovely grey and black chunky wool with the odd sequin here and there. It sounds awful but it's actually quite nice and I really cant wait to post a picture of me wearing it. It may be a long wait but it's my new hobby and I am going to finish this one. Definitely.

 

I also felt the need to do some good old Slimming World cooking. Inspired by one of the ladies up Redruth, who always bakes 'cakes' for us all to nibble while we are having our coffee, I fell back on my trusty old favourite from a couple of years ago - couscous cake!

 

I have established in previous blogs that the SW cakes are no eclairs or doughnuts but fat people cant be choosers and it is so miserable and cold at the moment and I don't do carbs 2 days of the week so on the other 5 I need something sweet and just downright stodgy. I couldn't remember the ingredients ( apart from couscous obviously ) so I threw what I thought was the correct quantities into a mixing bowl and then into a cake tin and it is currently sat on my hob looking at me. I have yet to taste it.

 

And yet another pan of soup is sitting there right next to it. I am confident that this one will be edible. It has brussel sprouts in , which is never a bad thing, and chopped up roast potatoes from last night and a few carrots. I have named it 'roasted country vegetable' soup and in the words of the brilliant Victoria and Julia  - ''what  country? Taiwan?''

 

I have also made a pork tikka masala and it has been nubbling in my slow cooker for 7 hours. It smells nice and after doing a bit of spoon dipping I can confirm that it tastes good too.

 

I have 5 and a half pounds to lose until my next award and 6 weigh ins until Christmas. That is less than a pound a week. Soup, pork curry and couscous cake are going to enable me to achieve that goal and then the minging dress will be draped around my body - and zipped up too!

 

I am aiming to be wearing my jumper by January and you will notice that I have not specified which January. I must also avoid eating any of my special cake whilst knitting as couscous crumbs do not go well with black , grey and sequinned.

 

Onwards and downwards.

 

 

I love a good breadasm and a hat trick and being photo bombed by Elton!

So I lost 2 pounds and ( men look away ) it's the 'wrong time of the month' so I rarely lose this week and I am chuffed to bits and I know I am boring the pants off everyone and I don't care!

 

I scored a fat club hat trick!

 

1. Got my stone and a half

2. Got my ten per cent

3. Got the 'slimmer of the week' award

 

And to compensate for the bloody steak and lettuce from Monday I celebrated in true fat club style and had myself a whopper of a brunch when I got back.

 

 

Amid the crispy grilled bacon and Leanne's eggs courtesy of Beryl and Jean the chickens, you will see 2 slices of bread. Not 2 slices of wholemeal from a 400g loaf. Oh no, proper seeded lush stuff. The bread of dreams as far as I am concerned and totally delish. I adore bread but 2 measly slices are rarely enough so that is why I generally abstain from it. Not on a Wednesday though. Wednesday is all about the thick sliced and all about me enjoying it.

 

I got my secret fat club buddy to take a pic of me brandishing my latest award and it was only after I had uploaded it on facebook I realised that I was actually holding the wrong certificate so oh well. You will also notice that I was stood in front of the door and Elton John appears to be trying to get in.

 

 

 

He only wants to be my friend now I am thin, the fickle bitch.

I have now set my next target of 2 stone by Christmas. My normal fat club session falls on Christmas Day and they are therefore doing the class on Friday 27th. I have told the consultant that there is no way I am going to weigh on that day so we are going to weigh 2 days early instead on the 23rd up Camborne! I cant wait to meet the Camborne ladies and I reckon they will be as just as entertaining as the ones from Redruth, but maybe slightly less mad.

Witchy Liz was AWOL. We predict an incident involving mother's crumble or maybe difficulty in finding a topical outfit for this week. We did think maybe a poppy or  a toffee apple and I am sad that I will miss her in full fairy/ elf/ Christmas tree/ sprout get up on Friday 27th.

Anything can happen in Redruth.

Just ask Elton...............

 

 

 

 

Babies, Birthdays, Banter and Flimsy.

So yesterday I was busy doing all sorts of nice things. I went and visited the new born baby Beau and had lots of cuddles and said ooh and aah a lot and marvelled at how tiny he is. Were my 2 ever that small? They must have been but I certainly cant remember.

 

 

 

And speaking of small and getting bigger, M and I went out last night to celebrate her best and oldest friend's 17th birthday. Little Billie. They lived in the house behind us and the fence fell down and they forged a path through the hedge and the rest is history. I have cuddled her, fed her, bathed her, told her off occasionally, tucked her into bed and she genuinely is part of our family. The banter between her and M is brilliant. They know each other so well. We recalled stories of their adventures as little girls , we laughed because Billie had to sit on a pillow for her first driving lesson, we sat tight lipped as they told us how they are going to drive to college when they have both passed their tests and it was a brilliant night.
 

 

And Billie's mum Karen and myself gave ourselves  a congratulatory pat on the backs for perhaps being not the most conventional mums in the whole world, but we still managed to raise good people.

 

Now onto the actual meal. It was in the local gastro pub and as I surveyed the menu yesterday my heart did sink a little bit. What the hell was I going to eat? It was a non carb day and I have rattled on all week about how much I want that half pound for my next award and nothing was going to stop me. Billie's older sister is at uni in Edinburgh and had rung the pub earlier in the day and there was a lovely bottle of cold fizz awaiting us when we sat down. Ok, I thought, a couple of glasses wont hurt me. I then plumped for the steak and specifically said 'no chips' and ordered veg instead. The sneaky bastards had put a blob of butter on the steak which I scraped off and ironically Billie's mum ( the slimmest person I know ) ate the fat off the sirloin.

 

 

Despite the fact chips weren't involved I still had a wonderful time and when the cake was brought out , which M had made the night before it was a magical moment.

 

 

 

And I didn't have a crumb. And it had three layers and a ganache filling.

 

 

 

And I am told it was delicious.

 

I am not being all humbug. I just want to lose this final bit of weight more than I want to eat cake. M being the feeder of the house whips one up most days and they sit and stare at me and it is oh so hard but I cant stop her creativity.

 

I did however, sniff the cake. Fresh air is free.

 

Onwards and downwards.

Ladies wot lunch and darkening nights and knit one purl one.

So today I had lunch with my friend Tara in the Pednolva Hotel  no less, and no we didn't sit on the roof because it was freezing but the best bit of all was the fact that she too has lost a lot of weight so chips weren't an option. We plumped for the prawn and crab salad and it was wee and we therefore ate very very slowly. We talked about everything under the sun and it was just downright nice. I had 2 vodkas with diet coke and I did not keel over or roll my eyes or froth at the mouth so obviously the evil pills are gone from my system and I do love an illicit lunchtime tipple. It was extremely civilised which counteracted all the more messy afternoons I spent on the roof slurping magners and getting sunburn a few months ago.  Tara is a busy lady and dances and does zumba and I felt my paltry 2 gym sessions  were a little naff in comparison  but we did big each other up on the weight loss front and discuss the joys of hip bones and new clothes. A good day indeed.

 

Tara pre nibble

 

 

Me holding a big prawn

 

 

 

And a view of the pier and the tide going out and the night drawing in - lovely!

 

 

 

My night out last night was fun too. I caught up with an old friend that I haven't caught up with for ages and we were proper locals. We entered the meat draw at The Sloop , we yapped to other people that we hadn't seen for ages and we wandered up Fore Street and didn't see a soul. It's times like this that I remember why I love St Ives.

 

I got home today to find out that Debbie has ordered me a ticket for a wine tasting, I have writing group next week and a meal out on Friday, I have made soup and I am thinking about knitting a jumper. It's the sort of thing you do in the autumn isn't it?

 

I have even nearly bought a Christmas present. I couldn't quite find the courage to go to the checkout but it is there just waiting for me in my online shopping basket.

 

For all my Facebook readers, you already know this but I had a bit of a to do with my scales this morning. Hopped on and saw the words 'FATT' pop up on the display screen and it was only when I had stopped snarling that I realised it actually said 'BATT' and my battery is low. Funny now but  at the time it made me have a little palpitation which is never good on a Saturday, or any other day really.

 

So as I sit here writing this blog and the light is dimming outside I am thinking about the big bowl of soup waiting for me and the cheese and I am going to grate into it and that famous bottle of prosecco that is sat waiting for me in the fridge. A night of totally crap telly, a bit of banter on Facebook, a night in bed with my Kindle and then shopping and swimming tomorrow.

 

I haven't yet mentioned the half pound I want to lose because I am just not thinking about it at all.

 

Much.

 

 

In the zone and in the gym

So I had a long chat with a friend this morning over coffee about diets. She struggles too and we were talking about getting in the zone. I can honestly say I have never been so determined in my life as I am at the moment but it's hard. I have quite a busy social life ( thank goodness ) and it's quite often a case of finding the right balance. I played in the quiz last night and there is always a buffet supper afterwards and I have to say that last night's looked lovely. Lots of freshly made sandwiches oozing with mayo and homemade chips and dips.

 

And I resisted.

 

The reason I resisted was this - I had already eaten my dinner so was therefore not hungry which I think all of us diet devils can identify with - a lot of the eating we do seems to be for the sake of it and not because we actually have rumbly tums.

 

Fat clubs throw a few clichés at us and as much as they are cheesy some of them do make sense. One of my favourites is ''do you like it enough to wear it?'' and this always rings true with me. I am not for one moment suggesting that you should deny all life's food pleasures but it's all about asking what you want to have more. Witchy Liz at Fat Club was moaning that she couldn't lose weight because her mother keeps making apple crumbles and sticky toffee puds but as our esteemed consultant said, she only had to say no and unless her mother was tying her to a chair and shovelling it into her mouth then she didn't have to have it. Having said that, this is a full grown woman who chose to wear a witch's hat and cloak and it is also Redruth and this woman lives in Camborne so in all fairness, the whole chair tying up incident may well have happened.

 

In the last 9 weeks, since I have rejoined fat club and been a virtual angel I have had at least 5 meals out, several trips to the pub and been away to Bristol and have still lost. I haven't denied myself anything that I have really wanted and I can assure you all that a lovely fresh Greek salad with a steak tastes just as nice as a pile of chips. Honestly.

 

I do worry with Christmas fast approaching though. I always have a girlie lunch out with my 2 gay buddies on Christmas Eve and I always drink lashings of wine and I also always always always have a crème brulee for pudding. I am still going for the lunch this year and I am not sure what I shall eat but I am not going to stay home and stare at a lettuce. Christmas Day is all about the sprouts and of course, the fizzy stuff. I always seem to get given a lot of wine at this time of year ( I wonder why??? ) and I may find that hard to resist. Boxing Day usually means a handful of Cadbury's Roses and the rest of the day is all about the bread and the pickles. I have at least 3 parties over the festive season and I will cope. I have to.

 

And now my gums are happy and I am no longer taking the tablets I genuinely feel a lot better. I am off to the gym today and tomorrow and Sunday and I hope that this may contribute towards that hallowed half pound which I so desperately want.

 

There are 5 days left until my next weigh in and I think I can do it. It typically falls on a week where I don't generally lose but stranger things have happened. Oh and also throw into the mix the fact that one of M's friends celebrates her 17th birthday on Monday and we are off for an Indian on  a day I don't usually carb then I may have a problem. A friend has suggested chicken tikka and salad and I will avert my eyes from the chicken tikka masala and the delicious naans and bhajis.

 

It will be worth it if I get that next award and if I don't then look out Redruth!

Water and quiche and bye bye Casual Nick - see ya next May xxx

So it was book group and it was my first book group where I didn't have lots of wine or a gigantic vodka. I ceremoniously took my last tablet last night after a delicious slice of quiche and promised myself that in 48 hours I would put something a little more cold and fizzy in my tum.

 

Have I missed alcohol? - YES!

 

And no ....


 In all fairness the first part of my tablet taking I felt so ill that I wasn't bothered and I managed a lunch out and a dinner out and a trip to the pub and I was ok with it...........but book group needs wine and it was then that I missed it the most as I sipped my large glass of water. It was still a good night though and our next book is by Robert Galbraith aka JK Rowling writing under one of her many different names. Having never read a Harry Potter I am interested in what this one will be like.

I had my last date with Casual Nick for another 6 months and I told him all about all my symptoms from the last week. He was unimpressed or sympathetic and then performed some gum cleaning on me which was agony and left me with tears in my eyes. He had the decency  to give me a tissue with which to blot my lipstick first though and I pretended it didn't hurt and it was only his overhead lamp which was causing me to well up. He did tell me to raise my hand if it all got too much for me as I was unable to speak after about 5 seconds into the treatment but I kept my hand down and was just the bravest ever.

He then charged me £31 - the bastard.

I am out again tonight. I am playing in THE QUIZ or as my friend Debbie has just referred to it as 'crossing back over to the dark side'. The team that I am playing on are VERY clever and I don't think in all my years of playing in the league that we ever beat them. having said that, my team last season only won about 2 games so that isn't really an indication of their superior intelligence, but believe me, they are. I am hoping against hope that there is going to be at least a couple of particularly shallow corkers that will give me my chance to shine and there is no need for me to announce at the beginning that I wont answer much as they all know me anyway.

And I shall resist the buffet. The food in the pub I am going to is generally really nice and they do fab sandwiches but I can literally smell that shiny sticker and in the words of Starship -

''nothing's gonna stop me now''

I did a half hearted hop on those mo fo scales this morning and I was a pound up. I ate 2 slices of quiche, some nachos and a lot of grapes and strawberries so all in all I was a good girl and I can right those wrongs in the next few days. Hell I am even going to try and make soup again and we all know that I am possibly the crappest soup maker in the world.

Onwards and downwards.

I wouldn't do that to a sausage and they eat nachos in prison don't they?

So that's fat club done for another week and I lost a pound! I really wanted an extra half a pound to give me a new shiny sticker but I can wait. Patience is not one of my strongest points but I will have to get some. I also need to ignore those flipping scales because I am now really obsessing about them and it's book group tonight which means only one thing ( apart from intellectual discussion obviously )  - FOOD!

 

We have tried recently to do food that is relevant to the book we are discussing. Last month, we did a Cornish buffet as it was a local author but this month it's a book about life in a Bolivian prison and as creative as I can be I just can't think of anything Bolivian or prison like to cook. I was going to take a bowl of porridge or some cabbage with razor blades hidden under it  but I have decided to plump for nachos as nachos are sort of South American and they also taste lovely with a nice cheeky merlot or a long cool icy vodka but as you all know, it's water for me for another 2 days...........sob.

 

Now on the subject of food, there was some rum ideas being bandied about at fat club this morning. I honestly think that Redruth has its' own special lifestyle choices in terms of many things. One of these is the sizing of clothing  and the other appears to be their version of what's nice to eat....

 

One of the lovely ladies and they really are lovely and friendly and so welcoming to we outsiders , was talking about quorn. I DESPISE quorn - I really really loathe it. Not only did she say she ate a lot of it but she then started saying she chopped up quorn sausages for a stir fry. Now after quorn my next pet hate is stir fry so putting them together is quite frankly wrong on every level.

 

And on the whole quorn subject - another lady then proceeded to tell us about how quorn sausages are apparently 'ansum' if sliced in half, spread with low fat cheese spread and marmite and then grilled. Ummmm not a recipe I shall be trying soon but then again the evil in me is thinking that perhaps they eat that in Bolivia's prisons??? I do have all the ingredients,  as I rashly bought some of the quorn sausages for the day that I was a vegetarian a couple of weeks back and I am actually intrigued if not slightly repulsed by the thought of it.

 

My new best friend 'Liz' was there today and she was not wearing her witch's outfit. My fat club buddy and I managed to sit away from her and I said hello but she was not happy! She put on half a pound and from what we can gather she has been coming for a couple of years and not lost a single ounce. She is blaming her mother who keeps making apple crumble but the consultant wasn't having any of it. She said to her that all she had to do was say no and Witchy Liz that she couldn't and the consultant said well you'll have to and this is the exact reason that I could never do that job!!!!

 

I have a late night date with Casual Nick later. My gums are looking fab and I reckon there will be some dry banter on both sides. He is very funny and I think my potential tooth loss paranoia amused him. I know he will try and persuade me to have all sorts of things done but I shall refuse and god help me if any more antibiotics are whipped out of his drawers.

 

Actually, god help Casual Nick. I shall stand firm and be assertive.

 

And then I shall eat nachos.

 

 

There WAS no effing storm and I am off to the gym

So I hardy slept a wink last night! You know why? I lay awake listening for the hurricane and I could see the lamppost outside my bedroom window wobbling slightly and I worked out in true geek fashion that if it fell it would come through my window and I would be a goner. I did fall asleep eventually and when I woke up there was nothing to suggest there had been a storm at all. That will be because there wasn't one. No more storm talk please. It's dull.

 

And I went to the gym!

 

I know I know, I am fickle. I am a fool but I went. I didn't actually do anything but I have signed up for my free personal training consultation for Thursday morning. Ironically, the chap that works at the new gym , or the spa as I shall call it from now on, is the same chap that used to work at the old gym that I first signed up with. He laughed when he saw me and I laughed too but he said well done for losing weight and he is lovely and he will train me..........apparently.

 

And for all you cynics out there that think that I am fibbing - well here is a photo of me -

 

 

 IN THE GYM. STOOD IN FRONT OF TREADMILLS AND NEXT TO BIG BALLS.

 

I have no idea what I am going to do with those big balls but I know that by 10.45 am on Thursday I will and it rather excites me.

 

I did go for a swim and it was lovely. The water was warm, it was CLEAN and the Jacuzzi was wonderful and so was the steam room and the sauna.

 

I would also officially like to announce my current love affair with my scales. They were very very nice to me this morning and I am hoping they will continue to be so tomorrow and of course, Wednesday. I want my next shiny sticker and I want it now.

 

M also joined the gym, whoops I mean spa, and she reckons that we are off there tomorrow morning at 8am for an invigorating start to the day. At this precise moment I am up for it but quite how I will feel tomorrow is a different matter. I really need to sleep at some point tonight and am hoping that now the Met Office have calmed the hell down then I will and I will therefore be off and out early to be healthy.

 

The town is rammed again for half term and I have a busy weekend coming up and then it's November and it's the quiet season once more. I have decided the trick with me in order to combat my low spells is to keep busy and I have all sorts of things lined up that will make me smile. Oh and the spa of course.

 

Next big thing is the cake stall. M is experimenting tonight in the kitchen with a blueberry and lemon tray bake. I have said it before and I will say it again - that girl is a feeder and thankfully this time she has a couple of friends round so they too can benefit from her baking and it wont be my fat bum that suffers. Leanne has got a lovely Boden dress to wear on the day and I have a rather gorgeous 'tea dress' that I think will look ok as long as I don't bend too much, breathe a lot and I wear big knickers. I wont have a chance if I actually eat any of the cakes so maybe I will hang it on the outside of my wardrobe alongside minging dress and THAT item of clothing I bought last week.

 

And walking back from the spa I saw the girl fromWarrens the bakers outside shouting 'doughnuts for 50p' at passers by. This is what they do - they flog all of the stuff cheap that cant be eaten tomorrow. I brushed past her hurriedly and then wondered if myself and Leanne will be doing the same thing one week from now outside the Guildhall?

 

I sincerely hope not!