I have done something. Something very silly. I have become a vegetarian for Lent.
My mum is a vegetarian and often I think; "pah... It can't be that hard."
It is hard. Very hard. This morning I went to a market. The first stall was a sausage stall, from Cumbria. The man was very lovely, telling me all about his sausages, how he made them just a couple of days before.
"Would I like to try?" he asked. This continued for many stalls. Chorizo untouched, Parma ham ignored.
I am not a vegetarian because I feel sorry for the slaughtered animals, or because I don't like meat. I have become vegetarian for a stupid reason.
And to make it worse, I am going to Paris at the end of the month. Before the end of Lent.
For Lent next year I will give up something easy, like... erm...