You would think after 26 easters I would be more restrained with the chocolate consumption, but no, 9.30 this morning I was getting stuck into a crunchie easter egg. I have also demolished a huge slab of yorkie in the past two days.
Today I feel a bit like the Carter Unstoppable Sex Machine song, I think the lyrics went something like this.
When you are young , you can eat what you like and still manage to fit into your size 26 inch waist trousers, when you reach that age 24, 25 the muscles give up and wave a little white flag and without any warning at all, you are r suddenly a fat bastard.