12:00-ish.
Proudly wearing the winter cardigan that Auntie Louise, aged 92,
has knitted over the last 10 days for Vicky.
But much too warm for today!
1:15-ish.
One of the great things about visiting Auntie Louise is that we get to eat real food.
As someone who lived and fought through a war she has no truck with the cowin' Food Police.
So, for Vicky and Auntie Louise, it's salmon sammidges on plain white bread with proper butter and a few home-grown tomatoes, with micro-waved chips on the side (the latter not available during the war).
For David it's the same but with full-fat cheese not salmon.
Scrummy.
The view from Vicky's chair of the back garden.
An oasis of calm in a busy residential area.
2:00pm-ish.
After watering the tomatoes in the green house it's off on a short confidence-boosting trip with Auntie Louise in her new Mobility Scooter which was donated by The British Legion in recognition of her war service.
David, encouraging her to get her knee down on the corners, thankfully, just out of shot.
4:45-ish.
Back in Worcester we continue to taunt The Food Police by walking to the river via the local garage where we purchase two Magnums. Vicky has Double Caramel, David has Peanut Butter.
Again: yummee!
It's very warm and humid again. So, in order to keep one's strength up as buzzards looking for any signs of weakness in folk below circle overhead, a decaf tea from The Pumphouse is in order.
As we walk home the Food Police sirens are still wailing loudly and
so we vow to return to eating healthily from now on.
Back home at 5:30 we finish off painting the last bit of skirting board on the end wall of the kitchen and then (now we don't have Auntie Louise to protect us) David has a very small portion of chicken and veg stir fry (not one carbohydrate in sight) whilst Vicky has half an apple with a small lump of low-fat cheese.
Now, where's the fun in that?
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