Another trip to the post office, another slimming masterclass. This time I got out the photos and we discussed dumplings. I also mentioned the dreaded 'D' word (that's depression, not donuts), which the lady took in her stride surprisingly well, perhaps because I have a habit of going to the post office in a dishevelled unshaven state which makes me all too believable as a mental case. So by this time next week the population of Shotley Gate will have heard not only about my weightloss achievements, but also my state of mind. These are interesting times...