Firstly, I have no idea why I've decided to title my email in the third person - have I got 'tickets' on myself I wonder? Maybe. Anyway, sufficed to say that there's a huge Margaret-sized lump on my sofa caused by me taking the best part of the week off sick with a cold/throat thing. I suppose that it's seen as a bonus by some that my speech is limited, especially at work which is becoming increasingly silent these days. Ho hum.
I am putting on weight - give it a few more weeks and I'll be as lardy as Cousin Eleanor and that's never a good thing. The trouble is that I get addicted to things such as watching Pointless on BBC1 each night (oh how I love Richard Osman!) and the biscuits my friend Emma brought round the other night which she'd bought from Waitrose are simply divine. I am also very into reading comedians' biographies, despite me not really having much of a sense of humour myself.
Fifteen minutes until my pie, mash and vegetables are ready then it's another blissful night in front of the TV for Margaret. Hurrah. Who needs a man when you've pastry and a V+ remote control? Talking of such things I'm meeting Wilf on Saturday for old times sake. Sigh.
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