Wilf and Digby are settling into their post Christmas diet and neither of them is exactly happy about it. Each time one of us goes to the kitchen there is a brief pause followed by the sound of scampering, and then one nose appears at the door followed in short order by a second. Expectation runs rampant and the boyz well honed 'I'm just a sad, poor wee doggie that's never had anything to eat' routine is much in use - learnt behaviour after a house full of surreptitious treat feeding guests. Why does that scene from Oliver with the little boy asking for more keep on coming to mind? The new French vet has said that each of the troubadors has to lose at least a kilo so they are on half rations and rice cakes until their waistlines are under control. I'm thinking of joining them in their girth diminishing misery by giving up wine and chocolate for a month - I'll probably start tomorrow or maybe the day after. 'The font' thinks that rice cakes are fattening and should be cut out- I don't think they are. Comments supporting my hypothesis welcome.
