This Morning started on a positive note, the sun was out, youngest was up and out the door at a decent time without too much complaining and overnight I had come to a big decision concerning my writing. Over the past month I have been blogging as Samantha Hunt, a character in my new story. However she is developing in a way that I am finding really hard to cope with. She is completely different in the blog to how I see her in my book. This is not a good thing, it is confusing me (not a difficult thing to do) So as of today I intend to continue this blog as it gives me a nice outlet to talk about anything I want and will only be updating ‘Darkest Desires Blog’ on an infrequent basis. A massive weight  has been lifted as I can now also devote the time writing the blog to concentrating on my book.  Anyway, my morning continued in a cheery manner when a delivery van arrived early and handed me my Welsh jersey courtesy of Vauxhall, not only that but it was signed by a member of the squad, happy days. Just when I thought my day couldn’t get any better I found a promotion on twitter, played the game and I won a pack of Babybel cheese, not just any pack, a large pack. Holy moly, living the dream. I was on a roll. I popped my trainers on and headed off for a walk up the mountain with a warm happy feeling inside, I even found a pound coin on the way. Then this morning turned into this afternoon, I was just heading into the supermarket when I bumped into my old Girl Guide leader. Oh how nice it was to see her, we hugged, chatted about old times and then she said “Oh it’s great when I bump into the girls again, and oh my haven’t you got soooo..” there was an awkward pause and she said “big.”  I think I actually recoiled at this moment. Now I know, as a woman in my forties she definitely did not mean that I had shot up in height, the cheek of it, I mean she looked like Dora the Explorer on speed but I wouldn’t tell her! To make matters worse, since January 2nd 2016 I have lost three stone and am still continuing to lose. Jesus, thank God she didn’t see me Christmas time or I may have had to punch her. I made my excuses and left, but there it is, one small word in the wrong place and it unravelled all the good vibes I felt this morning. Its been a few hours now so my temper is calming down…a little. Let me tell you next time I see Dora I will hide before she sees me….Love as always Helen xxx