Mr H has gone on diet. Not only he's stopped the wine, started to run, also stopped buying ice-cream and sweets. There is nothing, nothing to snack on. The naughtiest food in my cupboard are almonds and walnuts, and some raisins, which obviously I'm attacking when desperate. I haven't got any more excuses and have to live healthily. But I'm not ready yet.
OK, I'll start on Saturday. Now it's out in public.