Can you run, Beth?’ asks Nigel.
‘Of course I can run!’ Is my husband trying to patronise me? It’s embarrassing enough being discovered on the bathroom scales for the second time today without him asking a ridiculous question.
As he quietly drifts away, I resolve to lock the bathroom door next time I’m checking out the results of my sinful eating habits.
I forgo a chocolate ripple muffin with my morning coffee. It’s an effort