Is it only me that, in this season of fewer layers, catches the odd glance in the mirror and then looks down? That rounded silhouette; was it there last year?
I knew the trousers were tight when fresh through the wash, but had attributed it to the characteristics of denim...or wool...or cotton. Or perhaps I could wear the skirt/jeans a little lower on the hips this year, more flattering I'm sure. The top button becomes harder to fasten after a meal, but with judicious adjustments to the multi-layered shirts and jumpers, no one need be any the wiser.
Sadly the pudding paunch will not squeeze into my cropped trousers - they have clearly been cropped in more ways than one! Some time ago we, (that is I, the head-chef), issued a 'no puddings during the week' edict. The weekend begins on Friday and then Sunday's puds are usually either large enough or plentiful in number to cater for visiting friends or family and, conveniently, last until Monday. And a small fruit crumble to fill the kids is surely fairly healthy and wouldn't really count on a Tuesday, or Wednesday.
Did you say yoghurt? A health food and therefore a necessary part of the diet and a natural understudy for those non-dessert days. Greek yoghurt is also a breakfast speciality for me (someone has to prop up their economy); but they're going to have to exit the euro without me. In two weeks and two days I'm off to a wedding. The dress (an old favourite), won't zip up and a voluminous jacket or shawl required to offset the puddings wouldn't do the frock any favours.
A fortnight of behaving in martyr life fashion beckons.
Does a magnum count as pudding?
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