Just when you thought you were on the healthy(ish) straight and narrow, Jen declares at brunch that she too will be having the shakshuka with sourdough, because Saturday... Saturday, is CHEAT DAY. Cheat day? Cheat day! She murmurs something about micros and macros before furiously punching calorie-shaped figures into her phone like a banker on the brink of a bonus. She’s not showing off, but has merely conditioned herself to think of anything that’s not raw, a legume, pulse or grain, a cheat. Her hunky chauvinistic boyfriend agrees. In a bid to appease her FitBit and gain step-count supremacy, she forgoes the bus in favour of a 55-minute walk, despite the fact that she took Lola from Borrow My Doggy on a two-hour power walk around Regent’s Park this morning.