Oh dear me. Went out with my friend last night for a bit of civilised dinner and a good catch up. A lovely time was had by all, especially me after four glasses of white wine. I normally stop at two, especially on a school night.

Having spent today slumped at my desk feeling evil, reviving only slightly when diet coke and a family sized pack of jelly babies passed my lips; I am now going to punish myself with a cleansing yoga class. And why does the phone ring almost constantly when you are nursing a hangover and a splitting headache means that you are compelled to pick up the phone on the first ring, only to find that if you open your mouth to speak you feel as if you might throw up. Not dignified, at all.

Anyway, we did actually have a lovely chat and a fabulous dinner – we both had char grilled halumi cheese in warm pitta bread with roasted veggies, couscous, salad and that cooling yoghurt stuff with bits of diced cucumber and mint in. Delicious, but I’m not sure if it was that civilised because this morning my suede shoes had a light dusty of dehydrated couscous and the scary rubbery pebble that I found rattling around the bottom of my bag turned out to be a bit of decaying grilled cheese.