Tuesday 8.00 pm

Right, not sure it's a great idea just to blog repetitively what I ate, I wouldn't read that myself. But I have been good.
On the Rooibos tea again, you can put milk in so it really is like tea and I only ate one potatoe.
More impressive to tell you what I didn't eat: the 5 spuds that were left over, the home made cake that appeared miraculously, the chisellers left overs, the still open packet of fig rolls.

I'll give Elsa the full gories at 10 30 tomorrow, while painting myself in the Matt Talbot corner.

Also did a post dinner 30 min brisk walk. Will I gym tomorrow, we shall see.

On a positive note: The Lord Jesus is back. He was found in a Sylvanian family home. His parents are made up , no literally, whilst he was gone the elder terrorist covered them in lipstick and glitter. Let's see how the little saviour deals with that.

Elder terrorist also seems to have discovered the God concept. She asked me to open the car window to let God in and then proceeded to tell him jokes about her sister.
She is also referring to God as 'She' what should I do here?

Who am I to say He is a He, I mean surely gender is a purely human concept, God would be above that right?

Better sign off before I eat the iPad.

We have a concentration camp survivor on tomorrow. Don't miss it