CAN HABITS
Guzzling down my 10th Irn-Bru of the day, I glanced down at my watch.
It wasn’t even lunchtime yet, and the bin by my desk was already overflowing with the bright orange cans.
After hearing my alarm go off in the morning, I had been cracking open can after can all day long.
‘Carole, why do you need an Irn-Bru at 7.30am?’ my husband William, 51, said, still half asleep.
Padding down the stairs to find my secret stash in the cupboard, I knew what I was doing wasn’t right but I just couldn’t bring myself to stop.
I knew my
