Right. I need a damn good talking to.
Not a case of falling off the wagon........more like doing a polevault off a speeding wagon and sitting down on the dusty ground, cramming gob full of chocolate, cakes, and chips and watching as the wagon disappears into the sunset
Am off now to hang my head in shame and beg forgiveness whilst indulging in a hot whisky, honey and lemon, as I've got a stinking cold and I feel like shit.
Daren't even stand in the same room as the scales let alone weigh myself at moment (I can feel their disapproval through the wall)