John thinks I'm losing weight. He is feeding me double rations. Yes I get lunch too these days. Please don't be concerned about me. Honestly I am all right. Can I ask you not to tell him I'm OK? I have no objections to eating more.
Actually I am a bit worried about him. He is definitely losing weight. Mind you he hasn't been too well lately, what with this cough thing he has. He can't make up his mind whether he feels ill or not. Mind you, nothing, not even feeling below par, stops him admiring his new slim physique in the mirror. I am surprised he hasn't taken a photo to show you. Surprised but really quite grateful!
Guess what he did today. No you can't possibly. It is just too ridiculous. He went off to do some decorating work, and when he got there he said to the people, "Sorry, but I don't feel like working." So he didn't. He came straight back home. It was nice to see him. I had set myself for a long wait until he got back.
It is now four days since a proper long walk. All we do is a half hour walk to the village and back. I realise it is because he feels low, but I hope he gets better soon. Because if we don't take longer walks soon, what with all this extra food, I am going to be a big fat lump!