I almost don't want to tell you the headline of today, because I think it's actually bullshit.
OK...got home from a couple of days away two nights ago, weighed in the evening, and the Nazi Scales had me as:
17st 7.25.
Woke up the following morning, and weighed again. Apparently, I'd put on a pound overnight.
Woke up this morning - admittedly after not a particularly good day yesterday, culminating in a glorious home made chinese chicken and rice concoction from d - and the Nazis had me at:
17st 9.75.
I went downstairs, did some work, had a bit of a wretched mull, went back up and weighed again, to find they'd relented...but only to the tune of half a pound - 17st 9.25...
So...who the Hell knows? Pick a weight...any weight...
As for me, I'm bored of deafness (going back to the docs again tomorrow morning), and word-blind, coming off the back of a technical edit. Two more begin tomorrow, plus a bunch of journal papers to edit, a magazine deadline and a choral concert which I can't participate in due to the aforementioned (and aforementioned till everyone's sick to death of hearing about it) deafness. Will go and take pictures though, in my role as Press Officer for the Dowlais Male Choir (yes, the famous one). Perversely enough, the concert - it's a St David's Day thing...Cymru am byth and all that sentimental malarkey...is being held at my old school. Gonna be at least moderately surreal to be back there, it has to be said.
Hmm...wonder if they still have the annual riot...
Will let you know tomorrow night, assuming I get out with my life...
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