Dancercise

Yesterday I bought a dance/exercise dvd. The dog and I snuggled up on the sofa and watched it. All that squirming about looks hard work. I'll get Mr Smith to prance round in his leotard in front of it later.

It snowed and snowed all morning. I seem to be expending great amounts of energy just keeping warm. I am wearing a jersey that sees the light of day about once every five years. It's enormous - a bit less enormous than it used to be because I am also enormous. It is knitted in Icelandic lopi. I bought it in Iceland (the country not the shop) and it so superbly warm I feel like a big fat Icelandic cod wrapped in batter.

I have just had a serious think about this weighty matter of my BMI but I then decided I could think of a million more interesting things to worry about instead like what fatty matter to feed Mr Smith so he doesn't lose weight and turn the whole thing into a hideous competition.