Sunday Brunch

Off to Ruth and Pauls for a meal I am nervous about it goes ok. I eat things of very dubious food value my diet is poop at the mo. Too much bad stuff around still its Christmas. Back home and leisurely relaxing. Mood feeling palpably better. We mooch in the kitchen for scraps to eat. Goes well generally though I do better than the girls I think. The evening sees the return of Mr Moey - ourneighbour who gave up the day job to set up the Drop off Ironing CO. A great service at 50 pence a shirt, want his details gives us a shout. He drops em off 24 hours later on a hanger in a plastic bag. That'll do nicely.