After a very late night, during which I ate and drank way too much of everything,  I woke up feeling dreadful.  No surprises there.  I would ideally have made myself some freshly squeezed juices but rugby started today and Harvey had to be at Cranbrook Rugby Club at 10am and I had overslept.  It’s a well attended rugby club and for the Under 10 group, they have 10 coaches.  I think it is fantastic that all those Dads give up a Sunday morning to coach the little fellas.

Lara and I alternated between the rugby club, so we could watch Harvey,  and Sissinghurst Tennis Club which was hosting the club tournament finals with a BBQ for lunch.  I was tempted by a sausage in a roll.  It doesn’t look very appetising but it tasted good.  And only 7 WW points.

The tennis was in full swing when unfortunately rain stopped play.  We all waited in the club house for a while which was great fun but my mate Will Power deserts me when I am very tired.  The table was heavily laden with French bread, cheese, pork pies, homemade cakes.  All very tempting.  The rain looked like it was settled in for a few hours so we headed home.

I had a healthy and very delicious snack.  I chopped up one of the apples I picked yesterday and spread half with 1 tsp of pumpkin seed butter and half with 1 tsp of almond butter with cinnamon and coconut.  Washed down with a cup of tea it was very tasty.

The almond butter worked better than the pumpkin but both were good.

I settled on to the sofa for a lovely snooze but after a while Drill Sargent woke me up and insisted I went on a walk.  Which I did but reluctantly today as I was so tired.

We haven’t been home on a Sunday for a while and we fancied a roast.  We had slow roast pork belly, new potatoes, fresh podded peas (thank you Harvey for shelling them), leeks and carrots.  With gravy and butter.  Yummy.  Slow roasting gives the fat a chance to drip out of the meat, leaving lean and tender and very tasty meat.

Lara, who is a good cook, for some reason loves Betty Crocker cake mixes and she had made a Chocolate Fudge Cake.  I had enough points left for a small slice.  Not a patch on a homemade cake but I confess I enjoyed it.

I think dinner was WW 27 points.  I may have over estimated as I don’t feel as if I ate much today.  But maybe I did.  The trouble with hangovers is that the day passes in a tired and irritable blur.  What a waste 😦