The front door slams and I lever myself up from the couch. At last, she’s gone! Now to put my plan into action.
The plan is simple, and arguably, fool proof. All I need do is drink.
I set about my task, one mouthful at a time.
It proves to be more difficult than I’d first anticipated, but by midday, I can start to see some results.
My ‘glass’ is half full, or half empty depending on your viewpoint.
By mid-afternoon, I’m so bloated that despite my success, I haven’t the stomach to eat the goldfish.
What a wasted day!