I've had a terrible weekend as far as swaying is concerned.

On Saturday I had some friends round in the evening. I wanted to drink wine but I managed somehow (despite all of my mates bringing a bottle) to stay strong and stick to vodka and cranberry juice. Roll on a few hours and a lot of vodka and cranberry juice later I was not so strong to say no to the massive pizza they ordered. Oooops.

The next morning I was a little worse for wear and DH persuaded me that breakfast ...