Lose Inches With Coughing Man

Attention All Dieters.

Being in bed with a coughing man makes you thin.
Read on...

On Friday night Mr H. kept me awake and for all the wrong reasons... He'd succumbed to Man Flu. Probably picked up on the London Underground.
At any rate his barking loud coughs made for a miserable night and I, as you know, am a great believer in bagging many hours between the covers. Preferably asleep.
But twasn't to be.

So on account of his selfishness and lungs my Saturday shopping trip to Southend was horrible on account of walking around with sunken eyes and in a temper.
Yes I can still get my blood up even when half-dead.

But what has a night of intermittent sleep to do with getting thin?
If you hold on a mo I'll tell ya.
Lack of R.E.M always takes away my appetite and so it was that on Saturday night, after our troll around hardware shops, I didn't want no dinner!
And because I didn't eat neither did Mr H. he, he, he.
My selfishness though didn't extend to Mother who accepted rather reluctantly a Young's boil-in-the-bag cod steak. (Freezered for God knows how long) It was a con. A piece the size of a playing card lost in a pool of yellowy sauce.. cost £1:49. Never ever again dear. You eat what I make and when I make it or you don't eat. Geddit? I was though truly ashamed at sticking a tray of such awful food down on her old lap, after all it wasn't her fault I was so tired I couldn't cook, that was down to Mr H and his phlegm.

But back to me. And early evening Saturday.
I couldn't persuade my stomach to accept any food not even decent offers like a Chinese take away, McDonalds or even KFC. Bugger that on a Sat night.
McD and KFC are shopping lunchtime treats not bloody evening meals.
So we starved.

About 8 I did consider a jammy crispbake but martyrdom won out.



Anyway.............As we watched 'Hush', a movie about some bird being thrown into the back of a white lorry (white van man getting into female trafficking) I saw only the good side of sleeplessness...It takes away hunger:)
'Can only be good' I thought as the hero pulled out 6 inch nails from his palms:) (Some nutty bad girl deciding the only way to STOP him was NOT to kill him but to nail him to he floor. Cool!
'Ok, I'll go supperless' I thought and by so doing wake on Sunday with a super flat tum. I certainly got that. But I also got a headache.

But if you do want to lose a bit o weight, and I know you all need to, go to bed with a man with a big cough:)