I'm waiting for DH to come home - he finishes work at 2 - and I've rung the neighbours on both sides to get everyone together - see if we can find out what's going on. One of the neighbours has just been told that its an expensive car. (I don't know anything about cars).
TBH, It wouldn't surprise me if they've got the wrong address, there's another road in the village with a similar name and the people that live in that road at the same house number as me are benefit fraudsters - claim lot of benefits but also work for cash in hand. It wouldn't be the first time we've had something like this happen.

Maybe they'll come to the conclusion that they're moonlighting as a personal trainer 
My kinda holiday!
Too much fatty stuff yesterday! Now if it was a chocolate... then that would be a different story! I just hope there's a nice sandwich that I can nibble on, rather than crappy egg or BLTs or some such rubbish!
A blt just doesn't appeal today. I might end up with a small piece of pork pie and a sandwich before I actually have my "proper" lunch! 

I had another lovely visit to the Monsoon shop at Castleford Designer Village this afternoon - bought myself the most amazing skirt - this time I bought a size 14 which is a size smaller than I am at the moment - I've got it hanging on the outside of a wardrobe which is in my workout room - sort of an incentive to lose another stone!
I am training for my purple belt too. Of course, you know, THIS, means war! 

