I've been ill. Pause here for sympathetic noises. Not ill as in a little bit dicky or oooh, something I've eaten but ill. I won't go into details as some of you may be eating but, suffice to say, the jeans I purchased in a mad fit of "I'll lose weight at some point that they'll fit" actually fit. Okay, so I can't breathe in them but I can do them up. And walk.
Not that I plan to continue with the rather drastic weight loss plan but my darling sister, who dropped in tonight with glossy magazines, lip gloss and - rather bizzarely - a pineapple, exclaimed "Sweetheart! You have cheek bones! Oh, this is wonderful!"