I look forward to the day that I no longer care about how big my stomach is. But until then, I'm still too young and vain, at 46, to feel that I want to look any older than I already do with my sparse grey hair and the bags under my eyes.
So when A. the TV producer suggested going on a diet together, I agreed.
But then on Friday a crew from London descended on our apartment to take photographs for a chocolate campaign. It was like a child's dream come true - a huge suitcase filled with chocolate: creams and truffles and tremendous slabs.
When they left at the end of the day, there were kilos of the stuff in the kitchen still.
Bad timing, that.
So, I'm taking a holiday from the diet, at least until the chocolate is gone.
Is it possible to be in heaven and hell at the same time?
The Swedish word for the day is efterrätt. It means dessert.
- by Francis S.