stuffings of......

well: there'll be no more of that now!
my allocation is 20 points per day. and when i look at what 20 points per day will get me on the food ratings - it's not much.
obviously (now) i've been stuffing myself silly and that's why i've ended up at fat class.
silly silly me. blind to my own faults. as ever.
the book of rules says i can have a (small - jaesus, who ever has small, unless it's men and involuntary allocation of anatomical detailing) small glass of wine if i've saved up some spare points.
i'll be going to the point bank and asking for a loan.
the other aspect of stuffing is the bird.
no progress. still stuck in the sewing machine.
have rows of stuffing all lined up, ready to poke into that little fat birdie.
stuffing in this instance is polyester wadding. none of it looks that hot. got some loose stuffing - the craft shop said it was toys, etc. horrid! nasty and worse. lumpy silly flimsy stuff that wouldn't last a minute and cost a pretty penny. Speaking of which, Penny did that particular bit of stuffing on birdie No 1.

fat class was as expected. yes; i had to hop on the scales, but couldn't take my shoes off - "for health and hygiene reasons" explained by one of the helpers. i hope my horror doesn't show. The scales have a thin peel of plastic over them - you know the peel off sticky bits in the crotches of swimmies? a surreptitious squizz around the room and there must be 20 women, plus token male. that's 20 x 2 x 1 week x 50 (allow 2 off for chrimbo and natural disasters) so that's 1200 sets of feet stepping on those things per year. that's a lot of toe fluff. minus the token male here. and no; i'm not doing a recount to include him. ran out of digits a long time ago. and no more toe piccies. so gross. will try and find something more obscure.
quickly now for i have to bed to go.....
the italian has found new tenants. his record intact, it was their first day in the row and they were overhead to coo. Surreptitious peak outs saw the hound in full PR mode, tail-a-woggle - he can't wag. italian greyhounds do NOT wag their tails. their tails have a certain syncopation when in flight. straying - he is absolutely unbelievable. he can sniff out a new tenant in the road from one end to another. and off he goes to say hello, please admire me, i am so beautiful. which dutifully all and sundry do.
and finally i had a little fall from SW business today. nothing major, a momentary forgetfulness. what was this? i had the temerity, yes, temerity to observe that quality of products designated for my use were consistently inferior to quality of products chosen for husband's personal use. Oh dear. what a slip and how silly of me. i was reprimanded of course for questioning. right thing too!