The Hay Diet

The weather is on the mend.  A long walk yesterday past the bear caves at Excideuil.  The last time Dolly and I went this way it hailed on us so it was good to walk all the way round mostly in the sunshine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In the evening we went to Table d’Erillac in Hautefort for dinner.  This is the very kind restaurant that found my camera a few weeks ago.  As well as serving delicious food, they also make a lot of their own products and line them up against the back wall.    

 

 

 

 

 

The house looked very welcoming when we got home .   We’d gone out fairly early  and were back before 10.00.  

 

We’re not good at late nights any more.  I’m usually falling asleep on the settee at 9.00 though I have taken to waking up at 5.00 o’clock in the morning.  I don’t get up – just lay in bed and read. As the Kindle is back-lit it doesn’t disturb Mike, though he doesn’t like my sneezing at that time in the morning.  “You wouldn’t do that in a restaurant,” he said sleepily and crossly.  “Yes, I would,” I replied.  I had been covering my mouth during the sneeze so it was just the noise he was complaining about.

 

But I do love my Kindle Fire as I can look at other stuff as well as books, check emails or read news stories (mostly in very small print).    I was reading something this morning about the Hay Diet (invented in the ‘20s by William Hay) and was surprised by “dieters believe that the body’s natural ability to digest food and bum fat is hindered…”    Uggh, I thought.  Who but a cannibal would digest bum fat? It must be a clumsy way of saying that this diet shrinks your bottom.   No, all wrong.  It was the small print – it actually said “burn fat”.  I was trying to explain this to Mike later.  “Hay diet – hay diet,” he said, “Who’d want to eat hay?” Strange, the gaps of knowledge in so educated a man.