Crash diet time!

I can nearly get into my jeans (ignore the fact they are a size 20 plzkthx). This means I have three weeks to lose the right kind of pounds. And save some of the other kind.

If there was a trade for fat to cash, I'd be laughing.

I wonder if I can survive P2 on breakfast alone, seeing that comes with the room. I am really, really skint *eyes yet another DD refusal from the bank*

Gah.

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The drive belt on my washing machine had broken.

It's a damn conspiracy, isn't it?

Anyone want a P2 ticket?