My Sunday

I've gotten where I absolutely hate staying indoors! Even though the weather wasn't great, it was only cloudy with no rain, but I didn't go out. Hopefully I can do a long walk somewhere local tomorrow before I pick the boys up from school. I bought an Ordnance Survey map of this area, and now I can pick out where the public footpaths and walking trails are. Unfortunately by the time the Belgian Grand Prix was over this afternoon, I had to dash to Tesco to buy a roast chicken and cook the rest of Sunday dinner for the family. Not that I regret staying in to watch the race. Seeing Williams driver Mark Webber come fourth and barely miss out on a podium finish was wonderful! It was also interesting seeing Michael Schumacher having a go at Takuma Sato when Taku knocked him off the track and out of the race. I wonder if he accused Taku of trying to kill him like he claimed David Coulthard tried to do in Spa a few years back.

Simon wouldn't go to work either, despite the fact the competition was out selling ice cream in our neighbourhood. It's 10.30 pm, and Simon never even bothered to get dressed today! We desperately need money this week, too. Wednesday we're driving to Silverstone to watch F1 testing, and although that's free, diesel to run the car costs money. And Friday we're driving down to Kent so I can race a kart against Mark Webber on Saturday! (Pictures and details will definitely follow on Saturday night or Sunday morning!!!!!)

Money wouldn't have been so tight, but when the Inland Revenue sent me my award letter for my tax credits, I didn't notice a mistake they made on it. With Simon not working much, I rely on those credits to pay the bills!

Not to mention that meant I missed out on going to IKEA to buy cheap picture frames. You know, with this diet, I thought I'd miss eating chocolate whenever I fancied it, but my cravings to go wander around IKEA are worse than my choccie cravings! Maybe I'm not craving chocolate like I used to because my motivation to lose weight is high. I'm actually looking forward to getting on the scales Tuesday morning, though whenever I feel this good it usually means I've put at least half a pound back on!

I must be bored, though. It's late on a Sunday night, and I'm colouring my hair! I scared Simon by telling him I'm going blonde. It's not supposed to be blonde. Hopefully it should be just a lighter shade of my normal and natural brown.