My resolve to refrain from vino and sugar has nothing to do with Lent.
My self denial is focussed solely on making a sagging body (more) beautiful.
Enter my old friend, Father Frank straight from Berlin. Like the forbidden fruit, he unveils a tin with a towering Baumkuchen – a sweet German dessert cake, as a special gift. “Cake! Sugar! I am on a self-imposed diet for two months!”
Lent has nought to do with my fasting (and abstinence, I might add), but ever-practical Frank is quick to advise that Sunday is a day for dispensation. So what is a man to do?
Like Eve, I relent, and also have a glass of vino!