Before I start, I’d best clarify an important detail for any new Janathon readers that I may aquire (Hello new Janathon readers!). I refer quite frequently to a couple of very important people – Miles and Ginge. Ginge is my husband, Miles is my Garmin. Luckily I argue more with Miles than I do with Ginge.
Miles and I started the New Year with a bit of a falling out. It was one of our usual things – not the incessant nagging, just the endless questions.
Eventually, he managed to see past the clouds and found the hidden satellite and we did a nice 3 miles around the lodge, got rained on and then decided to opt for the big steep hill home, instead of the big long not so steep hill home. It knackered me, so I’ve decided that I will own that hill this year.
Apart from my mum’s present (which still remains unopened) not a single Ferrero has entered our house this Christmas (and not just because I ate them all on the doorstep). Instead, my Christmas nemesis has been the Lindt people with their bloody chocolate-ears. I have devoured a box of Lindt truffle balls (except the white ones, which Ginge took off my hands) and what I haven’t eaten in balls, I’ve made up with the After Eights that are stashed in my office at work. Looking at the nutritional values, I’m pleased to see that the dark chocolates come in at the least calories (by 6…) but am slightly horrified that having the odd sphere of melty goodness every night has clocked up about 1400 calories that I wouldn’t otherwise have eaten. I’m also quite relieved that the minty balls haven’t made their way across the Atlantic yet, I don’t think that I would be able to resist those at all.