Theland .... the Chairman. First of all it's a charitable organisation. He's a director of a small communications company - almost 50, tall, slim and fashionable - he commands no respect whatsoever (although in his arrogance he thinks he does), he thinks he's irresistible to women (plants a kiss on my cheek after every meeting - YUK!), and he shouts when he talks. (At the last meeting everyone started talking amongst themselves and he barked, 'Hang on a minute, you're losing control of this meeting'. I couldn't resist telling him 'They're not - you are!'). Anyway, all in all, an uneducated, ill-bred, conceited, flash Harry, who would, in my opinion, be far better suited to wheeling and dealing in a second- hand car showroom, or on a market stall. Right, I've given you the run down, so what's the plan?
China and me meeting over a plate of scoff in a
greasy spoon? And her in those shoes?! As if! Theland, where is your
dignity?! (I still don't understand how she managed to beat me across the finishing line in those shoes, you know. Amazing!).
Theland - don't diet. Big mistake. Try to eat healthily instead. Don't eat processed foods, cut out fat, sugar, salt (always check the labels), and eat little bread. That way it becomes a lifestyle, rather than a punishment - and you can still have the odd Mars Bar if you fancy it.
I was rather worried, Theland, but all is well, and thank you for asking.