A Minor Victory

Waiting for a take away over the weekend, the person in the queue in fornt of me was reading one of those tabloids that will, given the flimsiest of excuses, run a lavishly illustrated double spread on lingerie. (I know this only because that was the page he had it open at.)

I picked up a copy of the local paper and sat down. His meal was ready, he put the paper down and left. The thought occurred to me to swap papers - after all, I had a copy of the paper I was reading in my living room.

But it occurred only fleetingly. I would, in a past life (ie last week) have done so, and skimmed through the tabloid until I got to the lingerie feature, or some other excuse the editor had found for a glamorous girl to appear scantily clad in the news...

I left the low quality tabloid, closed, next to me, and read the local paper until my take away was ready.

So, Thursday to Sunday, 100% clean, and a small victory to boot.