I'm just back from Sainsburys. After a long tiring weekend, I needed a nap first when I got in, and as I walked round the supermarket, I still felt a bit groggy and... lacking something. Not sure what. Internal monologue as I went round went a bit like this:
Do you want a bag of salad
No.
How about a really lazy dinner of pita and hummous.
No.
Here's a pork pie reduced.
No.
Carton of Innocent smoothie?
No.
This pack of reduced cinnamon whirls?
No. Although I'll take it anyway...
Carton of V8 juice?
No.
One of those little cans of ready mixed Gin and Tonic?
<pause>
Yes!
I'll make spag bol for dinner later.
But first,