Goodbye cheese (for now)

In just one month I will be peeling off my jeans, timidly removing my t-shirt and presenting this pale, out of shape body of mine to the world. Fake tan can fix the ghost like skin but only a large helping of self-control will sort the rest.

So it is farewell to cheddar and goat's cheese and a big chunk of applewood every time I come home. And hello to salad and soup and home made lunches, a bit of "no thanks" in place of "abso-bloody-lutely" and, most terrifying of all, a month off the booze.