cecilia-ahern-love-rosie

chapter 20kRuby: I’ve decided. I’m putting my Gary on a diet.Rosie: You’re putting him on a diet? How on earth can you control whatyour twenty-one-year-old son eats?Ruby: Oh it’s easy; I’ll just nail down everything to the floor.Rosie: So what kind of diet is it?Ruby: I don’t know. I bought a magazine, but there are so many stupiddiets out there I don’t know which one to pick. Remember thatridiculous one that you and I did last year? The alphabet one wherewe had to eat foods beginning with a certain letter every day?Rosie: Oh yeah! How long did we do that for?!Ruby: Em...that would be 26 days of course RosieRosie: Oh ...right...of course. You put on weight on the third day.Ruby: That’s because the third day was the lucky letter “C” . . .Cakes . . . mmmmRosie: Well we made up for it on the last day. I was bloody starving on“Z” day; I was practically chasing zebras with a kitchen knifearound the zoo. Could have eaten the zoo I suppose . . .Ruby: You should have done what I did, I ate like a queen. I became Germanfor the day and ate “ze cakes” and “ze buns.” Oh I don’t knowRosie. I think I’ll just invent a diet of my own and give those stupidmagazines a run for their money