Dear Diary,

I’m not sure how much wine equates to my body weight but I think I’ve drank enough to potentially reach it.

Trying to deal with your personal life being thrown into a 180 degree spin after being unceremoniously dispatched by your once loving boyfriend and pretend everything is okay is apparently not as easy as you might think.

Having drank enough wine to possibly pickle myself over the last week I’m reliably informed by my work colleague, Jenny, that my once tamed and sleek hair has now reached apoplectic heights and is in danger of scaring young children and the elderly.

Somewhere, somehow, I know I can deal with this I just need to find the inner strength.

Maybe I’ll just have another glass of wine while I’m looking for it….