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I have given up eating between 11pm and 7am for Lent.

Last night we went out to a pub (The Rose in Vauxhall, a surprise view over the Thames and in particular Tate Britain from the first floor room that was reserved to us).

I was worried that on the way home I was going to give in to the siren song of one of the many corner shops that are open late at night (all night perhaps?). I tell you, it's a minefield.

It is just a five-minute walk but I whizzed past the shops in a cab (a friend dropped me off on his way home) and I brushed my teeth before even wondering if there was anything in the fridge (the answer would have been 'three carrots that I bought one month ago and some vodka').

This is maybe just a little bit too easy. Tonight we are going to crank things up a notch.