Here we are, only a week into Lent, and all I can think about are crumpets dripping with butter, coffee swimming with thick cream and pint glasses of lovely Jersey milk. Not to mention great lumps of ripe Stilton, oozy segments of Camembert and new potatoes covered in melted butter. Yes, I've given up 'dairy' for Lent. The only benefit will be my fat derriere and my cholesterol levels. I'm getting grumpier and grumpier. It must be like this in rehab!