Days fourteen & fifteen

Epic Fail.  Clearly I am not up to 100% veganism ( is that a word ?).  A couple of minor (un-confessed ) transgressions - milk in tea, a rogue revel or two on a long walk ( they [friends] forced me, honest officer) - were clearly preludes ( might as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb ) to total transgression here in Cornwall, to whit: toast with butter and last night, rubicon properl crossed, fresh fish... aaaargh.  So, sorry, I guess I'm done :-/