Well, we didn't go out for a curry as we were snowed in. Mr Smith came back from work early which was most alarming. It makes the evening very long and my watching of the Weakest Link most fraught. I told him I don't watch it but the dog does. It's his timing mechanism as he can't have his dinner until the words "You leave with nothing" have passed Anne Robinson's lips. Anyway, Mr Smith ruined it by yelling out all the answers and forgetting to bank.
We had roast pork with loads of lovely vegetables and crackling. Oh it was delicious. Then we weighed ourselves. Well, that is I weighed Mr Smith. Oh God, he wasn't lying; he really does weigh less than me, tons less. I refused to get on the scales but said I'll let him know when I get to his weight and he'd better not move the goalpost by losing so much as an ounce.
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