Dry

Two days in and the fact that I can't go running is manifesting itself in a sudden concern about my diet and drinking habits: I am back to being strict with my Atkins and not having any alcohol.

I am, being charitable to myself, a habitual drinker: there's very rarely a day goes by that I don't at least have a glass of wine. But last night I stuck to tonic water and redbush tea. This evening, despite saying to the Minx that I might pop out for a bottle of wine, I stuck to tap water.

This is a glass into which I might, on occasion, pop a drop of Jack Daniels. But not tonight.