Well day one of a new year and it starts in disappointment for I decided to check myself on what may have been described as a barbaric device of inhumane torture in days of yore….the bathroom scales! Now I know that I am slightly, ahem, over what could be called a healthy weight for one as short as myself but this mornings results have surpassed all expectations and according to the NHS website I am clinically obese. Though to tell truth I was already at this threshold before the festive season but I appear to have gone above and beyond all predictions and shall now consider changing my name to ‘Blimp’ as in a gas filled zeppelin. So I guess now I will have something else to ramble on about here on these hallowed pages…short Welshman struggles with black dog whilst juggling copious amounts of lard, well it could be an interesting read.
After the torturous scales had burst my bubble (oh there is irony), myself and G took ourselves out for a New Year’s Day meal to the Red Lion in Penyffordd (yes perhaps not starting the year as I should). Tis the first time that I had graced this establishment in many a long year and certainly the first time since it had opened its doors to food service. I can heartily recommend it, well presented, friendly service, reasonable prices and the food was bloody lovely…by Odin’s beard it is going to be a tough time for moi reducing my waistline at this rate.
The rest of the day saw G getting ready for her return to work on the morrow whilst I attacked Bramble…I have not seemed to get around to clipping the bear for sometime and she had started to resemble a sheep that had avoided the shepherd’s shears for a couple of seasons.
After a titanic struggle with a very uncooperative spaniel the following outcome resulted…
I must admit to have been slightly shocked at how much fur accumulated on the floor around the struggling bear….
