The Lizard and the Iroko Tree

This morning my roomie must have thought she would have to call the nice men who drive the padded waggon to come for me. I bust into her room dancing and saying (I do not believe I was shouting) "It fits!! It fits!! It fits!!!" Yes, that pair of black jeans I had not been able to wear for over 4 years finally fits me - and with room to spare. I have not felt this trim for a very long time.

No it is not Atkins or some other exotic diet. Would you believe it is because of a few weeks in the Middlesex Hospital? While I do not advocate it, there seems to be a benefit to spending time in a hospital.

Roomie told me about that one of lizard and the Iroko tree when I told her that I was feeling like a peacock. Or else like the cock who says "If I do not praise myself who will praise me?"