Before we sit down to eat, I deliberately take a lower dose of insulin than what I usually have. And whilst this would be severely frowned upon by my medical consultant, there is method in my madness.
The way I figure it is, I'm trying to cut back on food portions in order to lose weight, but being as Brett has gone to such much trouble it'd be rude of me to not eat very much. So if I take a little less insulin then I normally should, then maybe it'll help speed-up the weight loss process.
Besides the food is absolutely delicious too, so it would be criminal to waste it. Although I don't go quite as far as my dad, who almost takes the pattern off the plate in his eagerness to scoff every last morsel.
Jane has opened a bottle of Prosecco, and for once my dad doesn't object to my having a
