Loser...
There are some things that are certain in life. My father would say that 'dying and paying tax' would be his two dead (excuse the pun) certs. I like to add another one. The England football team will never win a penalty shoot out against Germany. Yesterday I added a temporary one. I will not be winning the money at Binland Diet Club this week. But why should this be, I hear you ask. Why must it be a Walk of Shame rather then a Walk of Claim later on this morning? Well, ladies, I'll tell you why. My weekend has been one of alcohol, birthday cake, waffles and bacon, lemon posset, chips, doorstep bread, more alcohol and sausages. This was because there was a massive party on Friday, hangover on Saturday (see waffles and bacon), with Sunday starting well with a six mile walk with the husband, but ending with a delicious three course Sunday lunch/dinner. (What do you call a 3.30pm lunch anyway? Lunner? Dinch?) The late lunch was with daughter numb