My foodless universe - which is now a whole seven days old - is starting to generate its own wonderful sense of equilibrium, and, dare I say it, peace.
Now I don't start the day with a fresh organic
espresso, nor jump into my leathers and haul the
laptop at 90mph southward. I don't rush out to the sandwich truck looking for a bacon and sausage bap; I don't have two pints of
Guiness in the pub to wash down my Steak and Stilton baguette. I don't drag the
laptop back along the snake pass and hurtle to the microwave for a chicken jalfrezi and I don't head to the pub again for another two or three dark beers.
Instead... I sip....
Fizzy, flat, cool juices. 7.30 am sip.... and keep right on sipping till it's time to shut my weary eyes and hope that tomorrow I'll be able to eat again....
Strangely comforting knowing I can live this long without food; just better not tell my kid brother... he works in advertising...