is paved with so many of my good intentions it should be renamed Liz Street.
You see, I really meant to have a slimasoup and yogurt for lunch. Even though I was going to Sam's farewell meal at the White Rose I fully intended to call in, have a diet coke and leave promptly. It wasn't my fault they were looking at the menu when I arrived, or that Chris pointed out the £3 special.
Still the tuna melt and chips were very nice ... and I didn't have cake afterwards.