Alright – this diary is almost ten months since its conception. And now, thinking about it, I realise that I have never actually admitted to occasional exercise! Why not, I really don’t know. But I started to do light workouts when I was stranded in Mumbai, some six years ago. I was unfit and very depressed. This was around the time I lost a lot of weight due to the unforeseen circumstances surrounding my coming home with the girls (I ended up going on a hunger strike). I was essentially a prisoner on the Indian sub continent. I was unable to leave with our daughters who needed an exit visa, as did I as I had outstayed my 6 month tourist visa, due to the fact that I could not be parted from our babies Amritsar and Tara. I had to apply for a temporary visa every week in order to be in India and I would also have to wait for and apply for my own ‘Exit Visa’ in order to return home (whilst also having to pay the Indian authorities a hefty fine). Well, I started to exercise once I started to consume food once more. This decision was largely down to nannies Manju and Nikki threatening to leave if I did not start to eat again. Things were desperate. So, I began to eat once more – no one was any the wiser of my hunger strike. The female lawyer based in Delhi who was trying to represent our case to the F.R.R.O (foreigners regional registration office) could only say to me ‘Oh, Mr Andrew, your going without food here in India has no merit! Many people live here with hunger, what makes you so special’? Well I started to eat once more and I also began a regiment of light exercise. I called it bed’ercise as it was mostly me stretching and flexing whilst lying on the bed at the apartment on the J.V.L.R. A link road in Mumbai.

Well, I kept up light workouts for all of this time. From the initial 20 in number of each movement, it settled on 50 in number of each individual exercise.

I’m not bulked out, just feeling fitter on a muscular level. Well today I met up with a personal trainer, Adam. I hope to be seeing him twice a week initially to help fine tune my workouts and hopefully feel that much fitter and overall healthier as a result. I’ve got some stuff happening in London next week, so we start regular workouts on Monday 22nd July. I’m really glad I have made the commitment and will of course keep you updated…

The Party and The Aftermath

The biggest birthday cake I have ever made. Yes four layers opposed to my usual three. Home made chocolate ganache and not just home made black current jelly, but home grown, homemade black current jelly lavishly spread between each layer.

Sindy our nannies preparations for the party were amazing and all children and adults had an amazing time, particularly down to having a very formidable children’s entertainer for two of the three hours… that was yesterday. Sally (Sindy’s sister) gave them Cat Boy and Unicorn costumes and the party began and finished well.

You might see in this next video how nicely piled and ordered the children’s gifts were. And 10 out of 10 for Tara’s bubble making – she has a real finesse when it comes to making bubbles, much to Amritsar’s envy.

Okay, it’s been a very long day today. But this next photo shows you what I awoke to. John has allowed them to play in the garden before I arose and this is what I came down to!

This was just the beginning. I managed to tidy up as the day progressed, again and again, in different areas, but it was like a landslide, completely fighting against the laws of nature and physics. By 1pm I had had enough and escaped to the bedroom for an hours rest bite. What I returned on was a house, completely trashed… whoever gave the sticky mosaic craft gift, well I would like to know your name as I will gladly reciprocate in good time. The sticky mosaics are everywhere. I am reminded of the forensic tidy and clean up after the kinetic sand incident. It’s now late and John has just managed to get them into their jimjams and up to bed. I have locked myself in our bedroom, refusing to see anyone or say goodnight to anyone at this point. I feel like a broken man. I do not want to venture back to the ground floor due to the amount of mess, destruction and chaos that still remains there. I completely give up and prefer not to leave the relative sanctity of my bedroom. I am sure that I will update you to the situation tomorrow and can only celebrate in the idea that this is the last birthday party in our immediate family for the next six months. Enough is enough, today I really draw the line.

Happy 4th Birthday Aaliyah and Caleb

Yes, today our youngest twins Aaliyah and Caleb turn 4 years old. The 4 sponge cake is sat in front of me awaiting a coating of home made fudge icing. It’s layers lavishly saturated with not just home made black current jelly, but home grown! Pics to follow later. The party is set for 4 o’clock in the Garden. The sun is shining and it feels like summer. Thirty children due with their respective parent in tow. That’s all for now folks – the lull before the storm no doubt!

Minty and it’s connotation’s

The fresh smell of mink is wafting through the house. A crazed afternoon of chop and stash, with the profusion of wild mint that was growing around the front door! How it seeded and then grew aplenty is anyone’s guess – but grow it did. Last year I left it too late and it went to seed and died off. But this year I took a decision of wisdom and cut it back whilst it was in its prime. The food dehydrator doesn’t know what has hit it! Now drying batch 2 of 3, the whirring of the motor can be heard loudly in the living room. The freshest aroma – intoxicating. Now back to a handsome memory whilst with a good friend Suzanne. At one of her party’s in Soho, London where she lived, myself and John were introduced to a lovely lady who rented one of those ‘Models Apartments’ close to Old Compton Street. I’m not quite sure if she lived up to her name, but Minty was actually quite a nice lady!

p.s. All of the children are now fully acclimatised to fresh mint toothpaste. That strawberry cheesecake flavour was vile…