Right: I’m Going on a Diet!!
Feb 20
Had to bring something to Vic who is spending the evening with her boyfriend, today.
So I drove into town and parked in front of our vet’s house (who happens to be the said boyfriend’s Mum) and rang the doorbell.
Of course, as teenagers NEVER open (unless they’re alone and dressed), Mum appeared bearing a large grin (she always does that when she sees me; wonder what she knows which I don’t..).
We chatted for a while, and as Vic hadn’t arrived yet, she summoned her offspring, turned to me and said:
Oh come on in, Rollmops!
I stared at her, my mouth wide open and was just about to acknowledge her generous offer when this big fat dog appeared out of the dark, shuffled past me and entered what was obviously his home.
I am DEFINITELY going on a diet! On Monday…
Hier klicken!
Rollmops …. ROFL
I would have said: “for you madam: British Bulldog” or “soll ich mit dem Schwänzchen wedeln?”
Harry: this woman is the ONLY person in the ENTIRE WORLD my dog is afraid of…
well i am ahead of you for once, i lost 2 stone last year and am working on the third, I’d gladly team up with DBW to whip you into shape :)( evil cackling………..)
The thing is: I’ve been working towards a six-pack for a while now. And as I have just reached “Tetrapak” status I getting pretty confident…
“Six-Pack”!? “Tetrapak”!?
Brighty, old man just face it: it’s clearly a huge wobbly Bobblepak! Please, please wear your glasses 
Silence: I keeeeeeeeeel you!