Right! Back in business after a brief sortakinda holiday. Before my little break I was getting a little downhearted and frustrated with how my progress on the plan had slowed down and my interest in the whole thing had started to wane. So, a break was just what the doctor ordered. Although I had two separate 3-day breaks from the diet I did still go to group and weigh in. Defeating the object? No, not really. It seemed sensible to keep an eye on things in case my time “off the leash” was doing far more damage than I was preparing for. As it turned out, it wasn’t too bad at all.
Back in August, I received a phone call from my mum.
“Don’t worry, but I’m in hospital.”
Of course, I’ve never done what that woman told me to, so on hanging up I kicked off a couple of weeks of panic, anxiety and worry over what was going on. I only received information in dribs and drabs… she was having an operation, it was to do with her stomach problems, she was in surgery, took a little longer than expected… and then a week later found out that it was emergency surgery to remove a tumour.
I have made things today, and I had a lot of fun doing it. However, having failed to get a decent shot of the things I’ve made and at the same time realising how crappy they are, I think they’ll stay hidden for the time being. If I’m going to give you people a Fimo Space Hopper and a Fimo Bod, they should be good. These aren’t. But I had a larf doing it.
So, to compensate for the lack of anything decent from me for the second day of my retro week, please enjoy this little YouTube gem, featuring the yellow frocked b*stard himself: