Ned - he’s stand behind. Innocuous by moniker; harm by nature, the pot has made my belly its cheerful home yet again. Granted, I character of led him on. That skiing plunge in Morzine was like 5-day foreplay: cheese and potato Tartiflette, goats cheese omelettes, fondu, sausages, crepes and lots of red wine. No be awed why he decided to stay. I’m hoping the itsy-bitsy interloper will realise there’s no fromage hither Chez I Blog. But there is a Slendertone that see fitshock 90 jolts of bare-abbed volts up his adipose pile. Be gone Ned! Be gone I say!
