Hail the Juice Master

"Peaches, you've lost weight" pronounced Leo on his morning fly-past from the bathroom to his wardrobe.  Those magical words shot straight through my semi-comotose slumber, within seconds I was alert, fully functioning and racing down to the kitchen, despite the pre-dawn hour!

What would I do without the gospel according to the Juice Master?  That man has me in his thrall; his juiceing-machine with the power to peel back the years, actually shrinking me so that I glide, like teflon into my favourite little Goddess dress.  Imagine my dismay when, Oscar, afore-mentioned juicer, failed to respond to his morning shot of current.  His powerful motor remained silent, kaput… what a disaster.  The lure of the cookie jar with its seductive sugar-hit  was all too tempting.

Without drawing breath, I put out an SOS to, Olivia, my walking A-Z on health.
"Darling, it's Heston who's floating my boat at the mo… Nutri-Juicer is defo the way to go… supplemented with Nutri-Blast for fibre'.

Well, here it is, the new chrome skyscraper dominating the work surface.  I'll try it out tomorrow on Lola, she's calling in for a post whooping cough debrief on the chaise!