Right, well it appears that Dr Gillian is no longer on my bookshelf. I have suspicions about where she is and will be following this up tout de suite, let me tell you. So in the absence of Gillian, I am calling in Dr Joshi. (Yes, it may look like I have fallen for the yarns spun by these faddish detox gurus, but that is not the case. I am merely carrying out research into the writing styles used in these books…)
Dr Joshi is kinder than Gillian – he has a friendly looking face – no wrinkles around his lips to indicate disapproving looks. And he lets you eat more exciting stuff and only requires a sum total of 21 days of your life and not the 28 Dr Gill wants.
I did mean to start this detox palaver today – however got up late, so had to scoff peanut butter on toast. I did however make myself a lettuce lunch, which I am now rather regretting. It’s windy. Windy days require something stodgy, preferably warm.
Anyway, feeling a bit peckish, so excuse me, must go and eat some carrot sticks…
(p.s. Did I get away with that “writing styles” excuse?)
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