Day 122

A quiet day visiting relatives and nursing a headache. My mum made one of her Sunday lunches, the vegetables included: roast potatoes, boiled potatoes, roast parsnips, cauliflower, broccoli, carrots and green beans. The meal was crowned with a home-made orange trifle. We were all completely stuffed and the afternoon was spent sleeping off our indulgence.

I enjoy visiting my parents but always come away bloated and heavier. In between meals there are cakes, sweets, chocolates, nuts and drinks; it’s like Christmas without the presents. Furthemrore, I always leave with a bag of salad, cakes, chocolates, and frozen ready meals – all the things we didn’t get chance to eat.

I need to get to the gym to burn this all off, I dare not weigh myself.

Day 121

I avoided the cooked breakfast and we spent the day at the Black Country Museum – the best museum in the world but I am a td biased. We also went on a canal trip through the tunnels built by hand by the Earl of Dudley’s workers to transport coal and limestone. Fascinating and even more fascinating is that in the seventy odd years my parents have lived in the Black Country, they have never visited the tunnels.

My mum loaded us up with more cakes and sandwiches but I also succumbed to a pint of the local beer (Banks’s) and chips, heavily salted and eaten out of a newspaper. The boys found the traditional sweet shop and loaded up on Little Gems, Rhubarb and Custard, and Strawberry and Cream boiled sweets.

In the evening I met up with some old friends and a quick couple of beers turned into an all-night session drinking Holdens’ special brew. I like it when this happens, no real plans of excess but the mood and company is just right and a fun evening gradually unfolds.

Day 120

Apologies for the tardiness of my blog. I spent the weekend with my parents in the Black Country. I wouldn’t say my parents live in an Amish or Luddite community but there was no free wi-fi to be found anywhere; it’s the kind of place where people still write (not type) and post letters or are confused by faxes.

My mum is retired and spends her days gardening and baking. We were met with kisses and cake, and dinner was followed up with a rather large raspberry and passion fruit roulade, the fruit is good for the diet but not the fresh cream and merengue that accompanied it.

Still no gym or exercise, the back is twinging as I type this blog.

Henry the VIII