Naughty secrets

Any thoughts you may have imagined about me being a nice person are about to be well and truly shattered. It's easy isn't it to paint a flattering picture of yourself via a blog. You can be anyone you like, some days it's such fun to throw your head back and laugh girlishly as those gorgeous descriptions just pitter patter ever so lightly over the keys. Slight adjustment here, bit of tweaking there and the woman you have always wanted to be appears as though by magic. Voila !!

His Lordship has just very kindly brought me in a lovely freshly brewed cup of tea in my favourite bone china 'Mr Moo's' mug. Placed delicately on a plate was half a slice of Opera, a fabulous French concoction of succulent dark chocolate, caramel and sponge, his slice which he elected to share with me. Wasn't that noble ?

Not so noble, and the unappetising truth is the reason why it took me slighter longer than usual to wolf it down. 'I'm so glad you are savouring it' he said kindly. Scrunched up in front of me, and yet to be hurriedly deposited in the kitchen bin when I can sneak past is the remains of a packet of chocolate covered Thorntons toffee. I can't help it, I thought of sharing it but my addiction overcame me and now I feel as guilty as hell.

'Lets take a walk and see the sunflowers' I suggest brightly (I'm feeling queasy to boot). Take a right, first left and we are in glorious open countryside, the acres of sunflowers are just about to burst forth and I wanted to take a quick snap to share them with you all. The sun's warmth is ripening the vines at a rapid rate and everything has a truly lush look about it after yesterdays sprinkling of rain.

'There's the pool to attend to' he reminds me. What he also doesn't know is that on Saturday the changeover day I manically threw myself into the beautiful waters and did some rather energetic exercises which I presumed were doing me good by the fact I was moving. Coupled with three hours of bending and weeding yesterday as sadly the display of Queen Anne's lace is over I can hardly put one foot in front of another.

My house paints a pretty picture though doesn't it ?