The Fat, Naughty Beetroot Post (for want of a better title ...)

I was complaining to Miss Mac the other day that I thought these tablets I was taking were making me put on weight.

It's a new phenomenon for me given that that I've always struggled with my weight being too low in the past.

Apparently weight gain can be a problem with them although according to the side affects so can weight LOSS.  Equally tiredness can be a side affect as can an inability to sleep along with a long list of other contradictory ailments.

Anyway, I have undoubtedly gained a few pounds, nothing significant but I notice it and I don't particularly like it.

Miss Mac studied me critically for a few moments before delivering this peal of wisdom:

'You aren't fat Mum, you just HAVE fat - think of it like this - you HAVE toenails don't you but that doesn't MAKE you a toenail does it???'

It's SUCH a comfort having a daughter sometimes ...

A couple of weeks ago I was looking through a newspaper supplement.  I'm addicted to reading recipes and was engrossed in one in particular when SD looked over my shoulder.

'Seriously' he said - 'people REALLY have the time to do that shit???'

'Lots of people make their own soup' I told him - 'It's not THAT unusual, I might do it sometime ...  maybe ... if I can be bothered ...  but I probably won't ...'

'I won't make this one anyway as I know you aren't a fan of beetroot'

'There all mad' he said - 'I mean, who the hell has time to polish a beetroot FFS  and why on earth would you want to?  Does it make the soup taste any better???  I DON'T THINK SO!!!'

He was serious!!!

I looked at him ...  I did this weird kind of giggly snorty thing ...

'It's NOT a polished beetroot soup you complete numpty - it's POLISH beetroot soup!!'

SD walked away muttering something about how was HE supposed to know that and it wasn't like it was the strangest thing I might choose to do (and then I promised that I would never speak of it again ...).

Talking of misunderstandings ...

When we were away in Cornwall SD and I went down to take a shower together.

Well, not exactly TOGETHER (and if we had been I wouldn't be telling you about it - it's really NOT that kind of blog ...).

As we went into our respective shower blocks SD shouted over to me, 'I'll meet you after in the naughty room' ...

Hmmm, maybe it IS that kind of blog ...

I certainly hadn't realised it was that kind of campsite!

I was quite excited until I came out and went looking for SD and found him in the LAUNDRY room ...