Death by Lunch

Hubby has given up paid employment - for the time being - and so is available for lunch. And coffee. And snacks. Though he protests the need to stay slim and lovely, he always seems to be up for a meal out. Honestly, I am too, because eating at home just get so dull. However, I can't see that this will be good for our collective waistlines.

Lunch today: A 1/3 lb beefburger on a multigrain bun with blue cheese and bacon, lettuce, tomatoe and mayo; and a side of skinny fries.

Positively health food. (Well, there's a vegetable...)

Excitement in the Swimming Pool

Made it to the pool today after a week of failing to do so. Swam up and down for half an hour. So far so good. Got out, into shower, just about to put shampoo on head when off went the fire alarm.

Hmm. Dilema: is it better to risk incineration by going an getting clothes on, or guarantee public mortification by having to stand about in one's swimsuit shivering until the fire brigade arrive?

No contest. Clothes were applied (by me and a very pregnant lady who clearly took the same view of events).

We then joined the (shivering, swimsuit-clad) other pool users by the edge of the pool because the attendants wouldn't let us leave - who can say why - until they had received the approval of their manager.

I still don't know if there really was a fire or if someone was smoking in the loo. A fire engine did arrive, however. But I stick by my choice!