Crisp my aged companion, was not happy.
“Look at me,” she said, “look at the shadow I’m casting, have I let myself go?”
I replied to her that it was an unfortunate angle the sun was at and that she looked fine to me. We walked most days, we spent a lot of time on our feet, but we also ate well at night feasting on the local fare that was always more than tempting.
“I think people look at me and say, there’s a woman who’s let herself go.”
“Nonsense, for your age you are doing very well, we put in a lot every day.”
“I think I’ll cut back on the croissants and start on the fruit platters like you.”
“It’s our constitutions,” I pointed out, “no point in punishing ourselves.”
She gave my comment some thought and turning led me to the bakery where the smell of fresh cream buns wafted through the air.
Written for: https://crispinakemp.com/2020/08/05/crimsons-creative-challenge-91/
Morpethroad 
Another great tale of your travels with Crisp. 😀
Thanks Lyn she’s a character that’s for sure
Poor Crisp, I know that feeling all too well. Though since my injured back as righted itself, my excess is wafting away. Tell Crisp, she needs to do keto. 🙂
I’ll pass on your wisdom
2 stone in 2 months, tell her that
👍
Someone who thinks like me and reacts like me too. 😍😂