This weekend I went out late Friday night. Saturday afternoon I went to Money Valley -- no result. Saturday night went to the London Tavern in Richmond -- Go Dees! Sunday I had lunch with a good friend. And Sunday night caught up with another old friend for dinner. At all places bar Sunday lunch, everyone around me was getting stuck into the juice.
The upshot? No sauce for me. And as of today, it's twelve months exactly and still going strong -- one day at a time.