toots how tall are you? Brill about the knickers 
Then I remembered my own lectures to others this warmed my heart prettybird— it’s like all the support you’ve given coming back to you.
I’m doing dry July which will be a wonderful, erm, challenge opportunity because nothing says ‘sit outside and have a cold one’ like the weather we had this past weekend. Nevertheless, my drinking got away from me again recently and I see I really do have a problem with it. Need to address deeper issues which I know are at the root of things, and maybe—if I’m lucky—I’ll be able to be a lovely occasional social drinker some day, but maybe I’ll just have to face up to staying sober forever. Which if you think about it, isn’t the worst thing in the world.
Anyway, today was meant to be hard-boiled egg for a quick breakfast but no time even for that before clients arrived. Lunch never really happens for me on these days but I avoided the sandwiches and biscuits, ate one crisp (whoop-de-doo 
), then ravaged a tuna salad at 5pm.
WATER! WATER! WATER! helped a lot, but honestly didn’t start to feel hungry until the last half hour. Tonight is steak and FLGV, so not a perfect day but awfully proud of not caving to the sandwiches.
And if I had done, I’d like to believe I would have scraped the fillings off and gobbled those.
Also resisted the default urge for that post-client celebratory G&T (which inevitably leads to another). I feel the witching hour has passed.
Tomorrow is Wimbledon, and Pimms beckons, but... I. Just. Won’t.