Pigs in Blankets

I did it. I ate pigs in blankets.    (Cocktail sausages wrapped in bacon – just in case anyone is getting worried.)

Beryl grilled four of them, and I managed to eat three. It hurt a bit at the end, but not too bad.

And for dinner I had lamb kebab with homegrown salad and sliced egg. It was pushing it, but I did it, and I ate everything.

Actually I did need that encouragement. I checked my weight and it was 86Kg, down 1 Kg.

Of course that is meaningless, 1Kg is within normal variation.  So it doesn’t mean anything, honestly, it doesn’t. But I’ll check again tomorrow just in case. I’ve been steady for over a week. If I am losing weight again, then I’ll have to do something about it. But 1Kg is a meaningless difference, isn’t it.

And lastly I was on local radio today being interviewed for one of their talk programmes. I thought I sounded dreadful, but everyone else says I sounded OK.  They asked me about the cancer, and about the stuff I’ve written, including some of the True Tales I’ve put on this website. I just hope the local listeners found it interesting.