Oh dear, its red hot outside and I’m having to wear less clothes. The diet has been going well and I’ve shed a bit of weight but its making my arms even more pronounced and “out of control”…..
I tried convincing someone today that its a Geordie tradition: when your grandmother passes away and you are almost 50, you inherit her arms to wear to remind you that you can be wrapped in her love whenever you need to be.
Nice thought BUT my nanna, bless her, was tiny and wouldn’t have had these washer woman arms: they are just a law unto themselves!
Still, I’ve got arms: lots of ’em and I can pack a mean punch if anyone dares to say anything!!