The soup was black eyed bean and beef soup. And when I took it out of the fridge I explained my concern to one of my colleagues. 'That's all right,' she said, 'I really like black eyed beans!'
Which appeared to be missing the point. She looked most disappointed when I proclaimed that, yes, the soup was delicious. And I relaxed...
But I also told everybody that I was starting my year long voyage into privation and hardship. And to cement matters I told my boss that I was going to set up a Virgin Giving account so people could sponsor me to lose weight. Really this is just because the constant aching of my feet, the creaking bones, the high blood pressure, the fear that my retinae are going to start floating around inside my eyeballs, the incessant rubbing of my inner thighs, not one of these things is sufficient to motivate me to lose weight. But peer pressure, scorn and humiliation, those will all do the job.
And, honestly, I'm not sure that they will be enough either.
Be that as it may, if you would like to give me a charitable kick up the arse to lose weight then click on that banner at the top of this post. And if you would like to donate to a different charity, just tell me that you're doing that and I'll bear that in mind as an additional bit of pressure!