I get restless on Sundays, fidgetty and edgy.

So I do odd stuff sometimes as the mood takes me just for distraction.

This morning for instance (well I say morning, mid day would be more accurate) I got up and wandered towards the bathroom.

Hang on I thought, before I shower I need to use the toilet. OK, but then the little weird part of me made a suggestion so I went with it.

I took off my dressing gown and stood on the scales. Nekkid no less, I weighed 11 stone. So, and you may not want to know this but tough - you started reading this, I got off the scales and went to the toilet.

And I got rid of some waste products from my body, shall we say.

And I came out of the toilet and once again stood naked on the scales.

I weighed 11 stone and one pound.

WHAT!

Was I set to suck instead of blow or something!

How the hell did I gain a pound while excreating waste matter from my body!

Answers on a post card.........

While I am in here (the ickle pc room) posting pictures, I have a nasty feeling that something rather rude may be going on in the other room. (yes I am at S&F's)

Well of course a happy and married couple can do what they like in their own home, and they have known me for years so there is little or no shame....but my glass of Bourbon is in that fucking room!

There sure as hell better not be anything funny floating in it when I go back in there!

The dirty married BASTIDS!