So, my preparation this weekend has mostly consisted of panic-eating as many bad things as possible. I have gone slightly demented by the thought of my impending elimination plan and binged on things I would NEVER normally eat. For example, yesterdays lunch consisted of spaghetti and meatballs and dinner was a 'gastropub' fish finger sandwich and chips. In my minds eye, The Punisher will read this and slowly shake his head in despair. "You are only making this harder for yourself " I hear him whisper in a sinister voice.
I also drank a very large amount of Rose wine last night, so today's best laid plans for making an impressive home-made pie and smugly uploading a picture of it as The Last Supper have gone horribly wrong.
All I have managed to ingest today has been Pepto Bismol whilst wasting the best part of a 25 hour day.
The extra hour of clocks going back has just translated into an extra hour of revulsion for me to endure.
Tonight will still be the Last Supper, but M&S are providing it.
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