WINTER PRUNING

The trouble with working in a greenhouse type building is that you have to endure the worst of greenhouse like temperatures and in the current Baltic climate it’s no laughing matter when the car park is warmer than the office’s 3^rd floor thanks to the marvel called air conditioning.  If we’re freezing our arses off in Poole, spare a thought for those ‘chilled cheddars’ working in London’s new Cheese-Grater and in the Gherkin, well I’m sure the phrase ‘cool as a cucumber’ is generally used to describe frozen extremities not veg.  I know that out there in some parallel universe, I’m sat on a sunny balcony overlooking a spectacular vista lapping up the rays whilst sipping pina coladas and casually flicking the odd fly that happens to invade my personal space.  It’s this firm belief in random quantum theories that helps me get through winter.

Meanwhile back on my own planet, it’s time to get down to the serious business of deflating my spare tyres.  As it’s far too frosty to snip even the hardiest of shrubs without risk of death (to the plant that is), I’m cutting the calories instead of winter pruning.  And this time it’s pretty serious.  I mean Slimming World serious.  This time next winter, I hope to be able to hide behind my Vibernum bush without my ‘love handles’ sticking out from the sides.  Cake is definitely off the agenda!

I’m certainly NOT going to reveal my starting weight as this figure when converted into milligrams is almost the size of the national debt but let’s just say that when one of the slimming group’s members said she wanted to lose enough weight so that she could strap into her airline seat this summer, my target is to be able to travel out of the hold. 

So let the battle of the bulge commence!  For once, I would like not to resemble a Teletubby in my garden.