I cant I cant I cant stop eating....

One of these days I can just imagine myself waking up and being twenty stone.

I can't 'alf put it away I tell ya. I've drifted in and out of the boudour today doing sweet f*** all but eat, drink and pose. Just a general and pretty usual afternoon's activity for my little one who has been thrilled to see me following cat suit. What a fabulous life. In fact, there is one little difference. I have had to serve my own food. Lulu has hers deposited in her bowl for her. Bitch....

Tomorrow is a big day for Arsenal and Man United. I've been building myself up to it gently. Lucky Arsenal knickers all ready to wear, hair ribbons un - knotted, checked relevant websites for build up information/ squad news. I also tried convincing myself that it didn't matter if we lost because we would be helping the reds keep the blues away from the title this year but didn't get very far. It's always nice to win. Either way, tomorrow's game will be an explosive one judging by the way both sides have been performing lately. Man United possibly more consistently but both teams have enough brilliance to dominate and give the other a whipping.

So, more food for me if I am going to successfully roll over to the ground tomorrow. Soon amigos!

Wooohooooo!