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

It was all going so well, so I thought I'd conduct a trickier experiment, and in the interest of science I downed three cans of Stella at the Royal Vauxhall Tavern yesterday afternoon, then left straight after the D.E. Show and went home via the corner shop: bread, cheese, houmous, a pizza a chocolate bar and a challenge: would I be able to feast on all of that before 11pm?

I put the pizza in the oven and had a few sandwiches while watching the American Idol 12 female finalists (goodness those gals can belt out a tune!) and at the same time assembling the second of the two file cabinets we had earlier come back from Ikea with (needless to say, we had gone there to buy chairs). I had completely forgotten the last time I put together flat-packed furniture when a bit tipsy.

Next thing I knew, it was 3am and I was asleep on the couch, so I slipped into bed.

Technically, my lent resolution remaines unscathed, but it was only because I was at home at 7 and collapsed on the couch by 9. I guess next time I'll have to stay longer after the show and have a bit of a dance. Just for the sake of science, of course…