It all went wrong when a colleague brought a load of semi-out of date mince pies into the office and I fell at the first hurdle. In my defence I was sat in a freezing office in one of thee most depressing areas on earth and my cup of tea craved company whilst it travelled down my oesophagus.
Since then, I have also eaten some Celebrations (mostly Twix and Mars) whilst holding back tears when watching the baby elephant starve and die on the recent episode of BBC's brilliant new documentary Africa.
Today, despite the fact that I have eaten a load of dried Apricots and raisins at the desk, I now feel bloated, full of "farts with teeth" and cannot bring myself to get Davina out of her box.
I am planning a muddy run on Sunday.....does that mean I can have a slice of Christmas cake?
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