under another sun

Belt tightening Starting a diet. I am close to my all time worst weight, and self disgust has now at last kicked in. I know what to eat to keep a lid on my weight, but lately I have been snacking and comfort eating. And last week I went out for three or four meals in the evening, and drank quite a bit of beer too. So it's being sensible for a bit now till I drop a few kilos. Brain like absolute mush today, making it hard to think straight or focus. One of my usual bouts of non-specific underpar wussinesses. Worked quietly on the French business and kept out of trouble. Went out to buy a cabbage, and ate some of it in the evening. Curried, with a few other veggies and a small amount of brown rice. Sigh.

The belt tightens Beginning to wonder if foot is actually not broken. It has been stabbingly painful and now, mysteriously isn't. All I know is that the replacement Peter Kenny body, bobbing about in its chemical tank in a warehouse somewhere, better be delivered soon. Spoke to Ali B for the first time in years, she has just returned from Dubai, where she knew Aimee for a while. Going to catch up with her next week. Also spoke to Mad Dog who I am seeing tomorrow. Lots still left to organise. The burglary kick-started a whole load of unforseen expenditure, and dozens of things to organise. Have set up double glazing people meetings for Thursday. What could be nicer than a day spent talking to salesmen? Also arranging to have my e-ticket for Japan resent, as it is now in the possession of the criminal underworld. An autumn of severe belt-tightening awaits. When I arrived home I discovered that Remo has worked wonders: there's a new lock on my garden door, he has raised the walls ...