My life continued its downward spiral, in and out of hospitals and counselling.
Still living in squalor, but I've lost weight.
Dads is going downhill at the same rate, but his is completely irreversible.
I had a very very long cold Winter, but am slowly waking up from it.
Carruthers has become a friend, of me and of the Cellar. You will probably miss most of his posts because his particular interests don't necessarily cross over with yours. But he's very kind and droll, and funny in a laugh out loud way.
Everyone bothered about their weight seems to be posting that they've lost or are starting to lose it. Of course it could be that others are just not reporting back. But things seem to be improving on the Cellar health-wise.
Chris in Houston has had a stand out set of photos. He's always been a foodie, but now he makes me wonder why companies use horrible tricks to take photos for publication (rendering the food inedible) when he does such a good job with things he actually can eat.
Lola Bunny still looks about 19, and her photos of food are clear, simple and tasty. Hers make me hungrier, because I feel I could reach in and just grab it, and the food.
Buster continues to share what he's eating, and making me - mostly - hungry. Although some of it is a bit foreign for me
Talking of rednecks, Grav exposes more of himself than he realises; he lost Slick (his gorgeous big black tom) and we grieved with him. But he shows his colours with photos of cats, and his insightful remarks on his own family, and support of others on here.
Jim is still loved up with Amanda. Still looking like a hot Viking, working hard and being a hands-on Dad even away from the original family home.
And we're all still inviting eachother to visit eachother's cities, safe in the knowledge that most of us never will
