Breaking his ankle is probably
doing a lot of good for Ferretfingers's health, or certainly weight.
His lunch
is now a peanut butter and jam sandwich; not the doorstep sandwich, crisps,
cookies, chocolate rolls and sweets he used to prepare for himself.
No
McDonalds or KFC, which he used to have twice a week.
No 4-packs of Greggs
sausage rolls, which again he used to have at least twice a week.
So, even with
his father's lack of portion control at teatime, he's still consuming far fewer
calories than before 7 February.
Now if only we can keep it up once everything returns to what we laughingly call normal.
Now if only we can keep it up once everything returns to what we laughingly call normal.
Mrs
Schooltaxi Wow bet he’s not happy x
Mrs
Schooltaxi Mr Schooltaxi said hello to you all especially Thunderthighs
xx
Bentonbag Tell Mr Schooltaxi Thunderthighs has been a star through all of
this.
He's really grown up and, mostly, behaves wonderfully. He'd be proud of
him - I am.
He does his paper round every morning then, after lunch, goes up to
the shops and gets whatever his father tells him, and comes back with any
special offers or bogoffs he's found.
He looked very disapproving when I suggested
I might go out for a walk the other day:
"Wouldn't it be safer to
drive?". So now I get all my exercise in the back garden!
Love to you
both.
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