We’ve still got the snow. Last night sounded hellish but I just tell myself there are many out there that need to lose weight. Lots of weight.
I don’t think Vitamin actually believes me when I tell her.
Even Fivla has rolls of fat and a bit of a cresty neck.
It was the warm autumn – there was a flush of green grass that has done no one any favours.
And despite their beguiling smiles, I remain tough.
One small piece of carrot is all they get.
We are not are popular as we once were and I even refused some freebie pony-sized little carrots from Turrifield (where I pack veg) as I know no one needs them.
Needing is different to wanting, I tell them.
No one would look at me. Like I said, we are not very popular anymore.