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Wednesday, December 29, 2010

There comes a point in every family Christmas when the food runs out and you realise you might as well go home...


So after five days eating my parents out of house and home, we're heading back to Brighton today. And signing up for WeightWatchers. Big Sis has already booked herself in for a body wrap, and I'm not far off a stomach stapling. I'd invest in some Alli, but I'm too fat to walk to the chemist.

My waistline isn't the only thing that's grown considerably over Christmas though. Amelie's developed a lot too. She attached herself to my eleven-year-old niece on Boxing Day and hasn't let go since. As a result, she's matured to such a level of sophistication that she now looks less like a two-year-old toddler and more like a twelve-year-old midget...


Albeit a midget that wants you to read her The Gruffalo twenty times a day.

3 comments:

Lisa said...

I've yet to achieve that scarf wearing air of sophistication. The first photos more my style.  

Phil's Mum said...

Your father put on weight after we got married and I always go up a stone when we move house (which accounts for a lot!), so it may not be ONLY the Christmas problem.  Lets all wish ourselves luck with the diets!

Dave said...

May I be the first to wish you a happy new year.