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Did a bad thing again. Ate the replacement egg.

Supermarket closed now.

Sunday April 5th

Easter Sunday

Snuck out early to buy a replacement egg, but the village supermarket was closed.

Ended up getting the train into London and buying a giant Thornton’s bunny rabbit from a 24-hour off-licence.

It was enormous – almost as big as Daisy.

Of course, Callum ate the whole thing at once. Then he jumped on every bouncy surface in the house and put his foot through a wicker coffee table.

Monday April 6th

Easter Monday

Bit sick of chocolate. But Mum has made a double-chocolate Easter cake covered in chocolate frosting, chocolate chicks, and chocolate bunnies. There’s also a surprise in the middle – chocolate fondant.

Tuesday April 7th

Morning

Dad came round to discuss beer for the wedding.

He made detailed notes about guests and drinking habits, worked out the number of beer barrels we’d need, then fixed the leaking tap in the bathroom and replaced a blown fuse in the kitchen light.

Thinking about guest numbers (or any numbers) was a nightmare.

What’s happened to my brain? I used to know whole phone numbers. Now I can’t even find my handbag in the morning.

How do women manage with two children? Or three?

My old school friend, Mandy Hughes, has FOUR children. She looks like the walking dead – all blank-eyed. She can’t even match up her kids’ names – she cycles through all four until she gets the right one.

Evening

Laura turned up unexpectedly and forced me off the sofa.

She threw away my tube of Pringles and wouldn’t let me finish my chocolate bar until I’d got my running gear on. Then she dragged me out in the rain.

Now we’re back I’m glad I went running. I feel great, actually. Really great. I should so make this a habit, even after the marathon. Not just for losing weight, but for feeling good too.

Wednesday April 8th

Alex and I went running again this evening.

Nick was furious. I think he’s getting worried that I might win the bet.

When unreliable Sadie was my running partner, the odds were much more in Nick’s favour.

I have to admit, it’s very pleasant watching Alex running. He sort of glides along, barely touching the floor.

His body is all toned and athletic in that ‘I’m a rich person, so my body could be in a magazine’ kind of way. And the burn on his arm, although an imperfection, shows just how perfect the rest of his body is.

I suppose it’s no wonder Nick is jealous – every girl we ran past turned to stare at Alex.