Talking Drunken Gibberish

Ah, blogging under the influence...

It's Sunday, it's the day before payday, and therefore the only option available is to assess our financial situation for the month to come (bad), go to the supermarket (torture) and drink ridiculous quantities of expensive Pinot Grigio left over from the pre-wedding and just discovered in the cleaning cupboard. It's amazing how much brighter the end of Janury looks through the bottom of a finely crafted bottle.

I've decided the week to come will be a kind of detoxy week, in which I will eat a very minimal diet and try and do daily yoga and pilates to kick start the gym routine I'll be starting next week (I'm going to join the gym. Surely a bad idea, but I have promised myself, and told too many people to back out now!)

Also, if all goes to plan and Jellie and I hit the Spitz on Saturday, it can be a perfect wine-soaked end to the week of detox purity.

Yes, so that's the plan. I'm off to get another glass of wine.