A dry spell
I haven’t had a drink since Sunday night - not a single glass of wine or a sniff of a gin and tonic has passed my lips. It was a sort of deliberate attempt to be nicer to myself for a week or so, I was going to go to bed early, eat more fruit and veg and drink no alcohol for a week, not really a detox (shudder) just a pep me up.
To such end I met Tory P for a drink on Tuesday evening, had a J2O and left after an hour - feeling quite pleased with all my will power.
But despite my best intentions I’ve spent the week feeling generaly below par, a bit worn around the edges, and instead of eating mountains of fresh fruit I’ve been seeking refuge in 3 cups of coffee in the morning (rather than 2) and always with some chocolate, or a biscuit or something sweet to hand. I’ve been sleeping badly and struggling to get out of bed to make it to work on time, fankly given my state of mind anyone would think it was February.
So I’m writting this dry spell experiment off as a failure and even as I type Boy is picking up a bottle of wine 
Not watching BB: “My eyes! My eyes! Make it stop and take it off the telly box! It’s awful”
Having: a weekend in the country
Listening to:Middle of Nowhere, Hot Hot Heat
p.s. if anyone other than Laurie has posted a comment in the past day or so and its not been published its because I’ve had 355 pieces of spam in the past 24hrs…grrrrrr.