Day 10 back on track

Had brilliant day swapping internet recipes over email with friend Hermione. I decided to make another delicious winter dish that night and cook for flatmate as he is still unwell and thought well I can't REALLY go to the gym if he needs me to cook.

It was a bad eating day actually on account of there is a new French girl who works with me and she is skinny but we have recently discovered a love of food and chocolate. Her name is Claudette and at first she was nice and brought chocolate to me which I declined and told her that I was far too fat to eat it but she should DEFINITELY eat it instead, because she needs to put ON weight she is that skinny. She insisted in her French accent that 'you are noo fat Arabella noo' but then one day I laughed at her when she was telling a story and instead of saying I just bit my tongue and said nothing she said 'I just bit my MOUTH and said nothing' and I slapped my thighs in mirth and shrieked at how she had it wrong. And then she looked at me and said sweetly in her cute French accent 'what are you laughing at you fat bitch?' and since then I have loved her.

Especially when she then sent me an email from across the room saying 'did you eat my Kit Kat? you know that is going to go straight in your arse' and she meant to say ON your arse and she said IN and I had these horrible visual pictures of trying to put a Kit Kat up my bum and I laughed so loudly that she heard me and said that I should shut my fat face.

I hadn't, as it happened, eaten her Kit Kat but now she buys them all the time to tempt me. So I ate half of one of her kitkats today, porridge for breakfast, a scoop of jellybeans as stupid Christian is away teaching at the church today, and I had soup and a roll for lunch.

Then I spent the afternoon planning dinner. I made borlotti beans and cabbage and onions all stewed together in herbs and olive oil with mustard and Tomato paste and fried with some pancetta. And on top I put some sausages but I gave my flatmate four and I had one and a half. I left the other half of that one in the oven and ate it later when I remembered it was there. And flatmate loved me and thinks I am a domestic goddess but then he coughed when Sex in the City was on and I had to tell him to leave the room and take his disgusting cough with him.