Hello Ladies,

I am back, in one piece (just about) and recovering nicely from my little op which was beautifully handled by Dr Finklestein et al from the dear old NHS.  I think Dr F. overdid it on the knockout drops a bit, because I have found it rather hard to keep my eyes open since.

Imagine my delight when I stepped on the scales this morning and found that I had mysteriously lost almost 2.5 kilos (5 pounds approx - for our american friends).  This miraculous loss was despite total lack of physical activity other than drinking tea, turning pages of books, replumping my pillows, shouting at the male I share living space with and endless bouts of whinging and self pity with the male I DONT share living space with.

I did actually manage to get to the tail end of a comrades' knees up last night in order to meet up with an American communist - perhaps it was the shock to the system of meeting such a rare creature that precipitated the weight loss?

All in all, most satisfactory

Portia