Going nuts

I am keeping up with the healthier eating mode. No diet coke has passed my lips since last Tuesday and Mr Smith and I have been most nutty, beany and grainy. Gosh, it'll be tofu sarnies in no time. I am back to work tomorrow - groan (with a perfectly balanced packed lunch). I don't want to go. Mr Smith is excited in a very different way because if I work we get a crust. He has started evaluating my pay in relation to things we can get for our new flat. This week I am working for a sofa. I will then lie upon it comatose for the rest of my life.