Occasional fish and chips are okay. Occasional anything's okay (that's why I can't see the point of Supersize Me - if you ate any one thing every day for breakfast, dinner and tea, surely the results would be the same? - but I digress).

We had salad last night for the first time this year. Yay! I made potato salad, which in my case has potatoes in, duh, and also a hard-boiled egg squished up into the mayonnaise, which has to be Hellmans (it was low-fat, I defend myself), and sweetcorn, and a chopped-up-tinily spring onion, or chives, or both. And this other salad I invented, which is an apple and a pear and a couple of pieces of beetroot all diced and mixed up together, and then you dissolve about half a teaspoon of honey in a little bit of boiling water and stir that in, with some wine vinegar, and which is my favourite with smoked mackerel. Yummy. Only we didn't have any smoked mackerel, we had tuna burgers, but that was okay too.

Mmm. Food. I think I talk about it to try to stop myself actually eating it. And yet.