I broke my resolution.
Not spectacularly, but I broke it. I feel so, so ashamed.
In my defence (yes, I realise there isn't really any defence, but hear me out...) Mr B bought me an amazing bag for work for Christmas. Navy blue and smart and big enough to fit a folder for important meetings (actually, rather than me describe it, you can see it below):
So, I'm shamed. And ashamed. And back to square one. But I can try again. And try I will!