What the doctors don’t tell you
For peace of mind, I recommend going to the Tokyo branch of Boots, where you can utilise, for a coin of the realm, their patented BMI machine. This device weighs you, measures you, and, with you gripping its high tech, stainless steel ‘antlers’, analyses how speedily electric currents pass through your body – specifically, your fatty tissues – and delivers its verdict in the form of a small docket.
Mine stated my approximately 13.5 stone frame was composed of 40% fat. That’s more than five stone of blubber. Checking what this meant online, I deduced I was lucky to be alive, being obese to the point of immobility.
I’ll have a personalized e-mail – not sure what I’ll do with it though. All good here – R and O getting on nicely – fav games are: race round and round the table with respective car/pushy thing until you catch up with the other person and ram their ankles. Get O to hang onto the back of the bobby car, cruise along at a gentle pace then suddenly charge off so he bites the dust – strangely enough O loves this game!! Try and ride billson – a never ending challenge. Tackling – this works better when Geoff is here to ref the game, though O has got a pretty strong head. O has some good forms of defence though – Scream as loud as possible when R head his way to snitch a toy – bite and hang on when R pushes/tackles/sits on him. Legs it – he’s getting pretty nippy now.
