Well I've had Moomins on my mind since I watched a BBC 4 programme about their creator Tove Jansson last Christmas. Unfortunately it's not still available on the i-player at the moment but no doubt it will come round again, although not as frequently as old episodes of The Good Life or Dad's Army. Watching the programme means that the Moominland books are on my reading list so I can spot the hidden meaning that lies within that went over my head as a child. And I want a Moomin in my home. A print of this picture would do. I think it would fit in nicely with my retro furniture, methinks in the dining room hanging opposite my charcoal nudes!
So I've promised myself that I can have it, but there's a catch. It'll be a reward for losing half a stone in weight. And despite ongoing knee problems (I collapsed in a yelping heap in the front garden again yesterday). the pounds are slowly dropping off. And I want them to stay off during my holiday, a time of traditional overindulgence on the food and drink front when pounds are piled onto the waistline. So, this chubby little Moomin is a reminder to myself of what might come my way shortly after my trip is over if I lay off the pastries and the wine.