Feed a cold

Well that seems to have been my motto yesterday. I worked from home waiting for 2 bathrooms to be delivered and a fridge engineer, that coupled with a massive bout of snottiness, it was not the best of days. The flat now resembles a warehouse with bits of bathroom everywhere. The fridge engineer was worse than useless - cannot find a fault (if you call opening the fridge and plugging it in - trying to fix it) He told me just to switch it back on and see what happens. Great stuff. I've had months of Comet telling me to turn it off - now I am told to turn the bloody thing back on. Useless.

I got to 1930 last night and all I'd had was 2 slices of toast, then Matt insisted we go out. I wasn't really feeling like I could be arsed, but once I had a shower and got out of the flat I felt a lot better. Me thinks I may have been wallowing in self pity for most of the day. So given I'd eaten nowt all day, I thought I'd treat myself - plus our local pub does 3 courses for £12. It'd be daft not to?! A Tuna Fishcake, Cod, Chips and Mushy Peas and Jam Sponge with Custard then. Jobs a good'un!

To be honest, I am not going to stress over that. I am bound to be well over points (not even going to try and work it out) plus my exercise has been zero since Sunday, but I need to give myself a break I think given I have been ill. I'm feeling a lot better today so I will hopefully stay on track. We are off to Wembley tonight to see Michael McIntyre which should be brilliant. I'll be glad to be out of the flat I reckon since the bathroom fitters start today. Carnage for the next 2 weeks!