Tesco all tescoed.
Cleared the shopping list and picked up a few bits for the holidays. Also got tempted by a lovely big cauliflower as they'd just put fresh stock out, a poncy pork pie and a large bag of Bombay Mix.
Yellow sticker pickings were slim, but the lady who does the markdowns on a Saturday night told me that it's been like that for the last few weeks. Not that it bothers me too much, as I've got more opportunity to use up stuff in the freezer. But I did pick up two trays of assorted samosas, a box of chicken pakoras, some katsu chicken tenders (had these before, they're really nice), a squishy French cheese I'd not come across before, a box with two berry panna cotta desserts, a tub of coleslaw, some green beans, some brussels sprouts and two seeded rye breads.
Watched the Ch4 documentary about the Princes in the Tower. I definitely want Santa to bring me Philippa Langley's book as the material in a TV programme is, of necessity, a mile wide and an inch deep - and this was a seven year-long study.
Now chilling by the fire with a