One of the Problems...

...with trying to lose weight is - obviously - the number of distractions that living a life involving anything other than sitting locked in your room offers. For me having friends seem to equate to gross calorific intake, as last night when we went out with Ellen and Will to Bar de Marche. BDM is a sort of unofficial French embassy and your monkey of a correspondent surrendered cheesily to:

- Pate, with toast.

- Bread - with butter

- Steak. With frites.

- Creme Brulee, which Ellen ordered but then decided she didn't want.

For crying out loud I now eat other peoples left overs!

Cafe Society

There can't be many civilised ways to turn 44, but sitting in a cafe in a sunlit Wimereaux is definitely one of them. Cafes are completely different in France, you buy your coffee and nobody hassles you again.
The sun blasts down and the entire character of the resort is transformed; hundreds of people actually swimming in the Channel! Scary.
I've slipped away for an hour while Ms T and Rachel hit the market. Beside me two prosperous looking Brits discuss the situation.
"Brown's had it all stacked against him".
"I think what we need is a change of Government."
"We need confidence restored."
"Something should be done about inheritance tax."