I'm back to 'normal'. We saw Odi etc on Sunday and since we came home I've done nothing but sleep. She arrived back in Liverpool to find that her papers were there giving her 2.5 years residency. This means that she's got 28 days to find a new home, furnish it, sort out any benefits - she works as much as she can - and move. Now she and Peter are arguing over whether she and the kids should move to Manchester where he lives, or stay in Liverpool where she and the kids have a life. They separated when Christa was a baby after going through a bad time, but although they live apart they've always been 'together' and Miguel is his son. I'm really pleased for them, but wish I was closer and could do more to help.
For the first time, probably this year, I feel good about losing weight and going forward. My weight today is after 2 days of fasting. I've eaten so much rubbish recently. I'm fasting until we go to Tony's ex-wife's on Sunday. I've even got bone broth on the cooker for if I need it and pickle juice in the fridge.
Odi & me
