was exhausted even BEFORE Eddy arrived for a twelve-day stay.
Living under Eddy’s threat of packing his bags and returning home to London at the very mention of St Canice’s had me working overtime on my projects in the days leading up to his arrival. Then it was easy sailing – even time for afternoons on the bed with a book before we showered and dressed to go out – for yet another meal.
My weight is now outta control! Thank you, Eddy.