Diversion Therapy

Went to the pharmacy yesterday to see whether they had any Xenical in yet.
No, they don't. They did, however, say they now had a date for delivery of the Big Blue Pills of Digestive Disintegration - end of May. This was made rather ironic by the fact that, just in front of the pharmacy counter, there were racks of a commercial fat-magnet pill, which I could have bought perfectly easily - had I £65 to throw away.

Which I didn't.

However, I'm here to tell you - Filo Pastry cases, filled with chicken and bacon and leek (oh my!) in a cream sauce...
That'll invoke the Spirit of Xenical pretty damn effectively.

See - where else do you get these kinda tips?

Oh, and speaking of tips, I also spoke to the RigiScan people yesterday. It was all going swimmingly till I mentioned being a diabetic, and and taking pills for that. Thank you, game over, no penile girth-measuring for Tony.

Today, I did the whole double-Nazi thing - weighed before the five mile walk - 14 stone 12.25 (Hell, that's better than yesterday's pre-walk). After the walk, 14 st 10.25 - half a pound better than yesterday's post-walk. Go...freakin' figure - I'm done with the Nazis now till Tuesday.

Didn't do the gym an dswim double tonight though - I'm working to a deadline to get my business website running before the ads for it hit the writing magazines...in something like five days. So that'll be d and I up and exercising at 8AM on Saturday morning, and that'll undoubtedly be me being a grumpy-assed bastard for most of the day.

All of this gibberish is of course mainly to take my mind off my dad...
Who's in London right now.

In a move that's got us all biting fingernails down to the quick, he's decided to go to a big Masonic do in the capital, away from us all, with some Masonic mates. He arrived yesterday, and has rung home both nights, and...so far, touch a bleedin' sequoia, is doing OK. Tomorrow's his big day of business though. Not thinkin' about it...he's a grown-up...

...right?

La la la la laaaaaaa....