Although so far having moderate success negotiating the living of a full life without alcohol in it, I have noticed a tendency in the last week to fall with unseemly enthusiasm on sweet stuff. Of course I’m trying to be mindful about it – snacking on nuts and fruit, etc – but if there’s something sugary going, it’s gone, you get me?

Flapjack in the canteen at dinnertime, little caramel squares, cake or chocs for someone’s birthday, biscuits with coffee at that meeting we had to go to… And apparently no inclination at all to hold up a firm hand and deny the toothsome temptations of the tray.


Da, da, DA.

My guts are protesting. I’m taking the view that it’s an adjustment thing, but if I’m still gronffing cookies this time next week I might need someone to stage an intervention.