Here I am hard at work, I am there, I merely collapsed with exhaustion and can be found lying under the table muttering rude words about the Battle of Cambrai! Six men required, only one finished and August around the corner but I am not panicking!!!! Add to this I wandered down to the cemetery (it was dead quiet again) to take a few better photographs of a gravestone belonging to a chap who died of disease in 1916. Information regarding him is arriving and he will be added to our pile so I decided we needed a better photo. I knew where he lay and went straight there and he had gone! No sign anywhere of the large cross that stood above him, nothing remained! This is taking grave robbing too far I thought. I wandered about for ages but could not find where he had been moved to, cursing my stupidity in not checking the shabby picture I took last year. Ghouls I decided, had been in during a dark night and nicked him to sell to a medical school somewhere. Instead I retook pics of other gravestones in the faint hope of improving what I already possessed. Back home, still before eight o'clock and with the sun shining, I checked the old grubby picture of my man. Funnily enough he has been moved to a place right behind where I was standing photographing a gravestone. Bah!
So once again I discover the weighing machine is broken. It claims I am two pounds short of 16 stone for goodness sake! Clearly a malfunction. However as I puffed and struggled up Cemetery Hill this morning as slowly clambered back upstairs it seemed a good idea to lose some of the flab. So once again I am on a diet. Once again I am eating healthily, once again it will fail. But maybe this time I had better make an effort as this fat is killing me!