That was my kitchen table, sometime in May. I don't think there has been any less Diet Coke than that in the house at any point since then. I drank two litres in the past two days. I know I've been flat out addicted to it since I was, oh, yay high, but this is taking it to a whole new extreme.
I also really want these 'maternity hareem PJ bottoms' I found on the Topshop website today. They sound so comfy. It's a shame I'm not
a) pregnant (what a joke, of course that's not a shame)
b) able to sleep in long PJ bottoms (far too hot)
c) about to be seen dead in hareem pants (well, that's just common sense!)