I am, to put it mildly, fucking stuffed (I feel I can use “fucking” now, having read Holy Sh*t – see a previous post – without being overly worried).

I feel like this in the morning when I wake up, when I get dressed, when we get to the beach, when we have our “breakfast” (a small cannellone and coffee), all the time we’re on the beach, when we go home and, especially when we go out – which is every evening except one.

It’s a food fest. As normal. But this year I seem to feel it worse.

So, I sit here, writing this feeling like I’ve just had a 5-course dinner.

Plus, my belly seems to be growing daily and that’s NOT good :'(

And it’s getting harder to fit everything in! Now, we’re already booking into next week!

I think, when I get Home, I won’t have to eat for a month!!