After almost a week of fabulous detox – the most intense I’ve ever done (which is not that intense by many people’s reckoning i.e. no enemas etc but certainly no wheat, dairy, red meat, alcohol, caffeine etc) – I have fallen off the wagon most spectacularly, having shared a bottle of utterly sublime Pinot Grigio with The Band, and eaten almost an entire Colcaccio pizza. I was tempted to feel bad but then saw the breathtaking crescent moon this evening and realised that, in the bigger scheme of things, this is hardly a train smash. And I enjoyed every mouthful! Tomorrow is a new day (although with 3 slices left over and a penchant for cold pizza for breakfast, I think we all know how tomorrow is going to start off…).