Crikey! It would appear that I've gone terribly downhill since 23rd March. Teeth stained by too much red wine, breath stinks of cheese and onion crisps, 6 inch roots and fart every time I bend down or cough. Good Lord ladies, tell me it's not all over and cheer me up with your tales of woe. Incidentally, if you have developed a six pack Peter Andre would be proud of, don't gloat as your time will come. AIBU to hope that I can turn this around or should I just carry on with the wind swigging and crisp munching?