It has come to the time of year where there are endless summer balls. Wonderful events. Rather sadly, as a result of many garden parties and similar events, my dresses have become a little on the tight side. 

The next ball I’m attending is Saturday, 25th July.  A mere eleven days away. As a result, I’m on a detox to ensure that I can wear the dress. Day 1. I’ve had more day 1s than most people on the planet. 

I’ve already consumed more mint tea than a health-nut and the headaches have kicked in. I’m fantasising about the acai and blueberry flavoured chocolates upstairs and my monthly box from Hotel Chocolat dropped through the postbox this morning. Can I really exist on shakes for the next ten days? 

Dan is already worried that I’m going to be extra grumpy. He’s right. Also, why are there more food adverts on the TV when you’re on a detox? This is genuinely a thing.