New newbies be reading and stuff here; Our heroine had successfully battled her way out of the giant cardboard box she was erroneously posted in, but has  left herself with a thousand  paper cuts.  Shocked at the shocking state of her, she resolves to do without sugar for 100 days.

And that you all should hear about it, you quixotic cray-cray people.

Now read on…

Monday 14th July 2014

The gritty streets of Dublin. I know these streets. I’ve walked these streets. I know this city’s mood, how it operates. That is the kind of person I am, the hard boiled, battle weary blogger you have come to know so well.  So get comfy, folks. This tale ain’t pretty and it ain’t all nice.

A hand goes up from the audience:

Excuse me? What is this?

Um…

We all know who you are and what you do. The only thing gritty about you is your poorly creamed scones.  Get on with it!

Oh, all right. So indeed there is less likeihood of me being hardboiled then there is of an egg in a poorly run B&B in Torquay, so I may as well revert back to normality. Which is that that all things are normal. I managed to go for a run this weekend on Sunday, which is nice because it will make up for the scones and cream I scoffed on Saturday. Swings and roundabouts people. I managed to continue the swimming this morning and received a drink of water from the lifeguard, which means either I am so impressive that he got me water in support or that I am so unimpressive that he got me water in concern. More likely that he was just being nice, and was bored, it’s pretty quiet in there right now.

I aim to have not one but two days without carbs this week, as well as going without sugar. I’m not sure I will be able to stand it. You will no doubt be full of support, and not post pictures of cake, or anything? Would hate to have that to look at.