Toothy hopes that Author survives the competition and doesn't find it too bleah.
She sympathises with Will and his bad back.
She wonders if the human frame has been badly designed as it seems all too easy to damage that particular bit.
Toothy is looking forward to tomorrow as one of her old school friends is coming over for Sunday lunch with her family. Toothy and Mr Totty are planning to prepare roast lamb, lots of veggies and roasties. For dessert, Toothy will make a passion fruit soufflé (at friend's request, as they had that a long time ago at the Toothies') and a nectarine, blueberry, raspberry and strawberry sweet dough flan in case the offspring aren't soufflé fans... (nearly typed 'soufflé flans'!
). Toothy is now feeling hungry, but has to wait until 8pm when food will be served at the school quiz night. Sigh! ...
OK, Toothy has succumbed to the offer of some Welsh cake from hubby. Well, she's allowed to after losing 2.5kg in the last 5 weeks. Hurrah! Besides, Toothy thinks will-power is over-rated. That's 'will-power' as opposed to 'Will power', of course.
On the basis that Toothy is now blabbering on mindlessly, she thinks now is a good time to make a discreet exit from the thread... *sidles out*