SADLY...ALL GOOD TINS HAVE TO COME TO AN END

. At the end of my self-enforced, six-day pea spree, there is much of interest to report on the P-Plan diet. . Firstly, I have lost some weight (about a pound), and quite a bit of time...mostly locked in the smallest room in the house. . Secondly, there is a slightly green tinge to my skin tones. A shade somewhere between the incredible hulk and the jolly green giant...but without the muscle mass. . Thirdly, there has been a distinct reluctance to share enclosed spaces with me...even Jake baulked at the idea of me going into his kennel to straighten his blankets. . But finally, and most importantly, I am fit and well despite the portents of doom implied by the 'best before' date on the bottom of the cans. Six cans down and I am still the grumpiest campsite owner in Cornwall. . Basically....tins ain't wot they used to be! .