The beneficial effects of
the 5-hydroxy-triptamine would seem to have worn off. I went to bed
at 11pm last night, woke at 1am and saw every hour of the night from
then on. I finally got up at 5am and after my morning ablutions
watched DVDs over a spot of brekkie. I quite like peanut butter and
marmalade on toast for brekkie. Yesterday I scoffed the last of the
expensive stuff - today we were back on to the bargain brand. And it
never fails to amaze me that people claim that they can taste the
difference. We didn't get the cheap stuff last time as it had sold
out. We got the cheap stuff now. It tastes every bit as good as the
branded stuff which is double the price.
I stopped off at the
supermarket on the way to work. I'd got a voucher from them a while
ago and wanted to spend it on a bottle of port. Tesco's won't sell
port to me at 7am. I've tried, and they've told me to go away.
Morrisons were only too happy to take my money. Port is another
obvious area for economy in my world. I can understand that when one
is being posh one might appreciate the finer things in life. However
when one is roughing in it a tent, by the time the question of port
is broached, one might as easily be drinking Toilet Duck.
Or is it just me...?
And so home. As I drove
home I scoffed some strawberry bonbons I'd bought as a treat for
myself. They were the cheap ones too.
On reflection not much
happened today. And what did happen was cheap...
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