LIFTING my head cautiously from my pillow, I feel like I’m going to be sick. But my condition is self-inflicted, down to the two bottles of wine I’d happily swigged in the sunshine the previous day. It started with two mozzarella and tomato croissants at 6.30am, thanks to Deliveroo, and finished with a 10pm Pot Noodle. Proceeded to eat my way through the sortof menu that would make a sumo wrestler proud. I want to be one of those people that has a glass of wine with a meal and then potters home.
