Ok this is getting beyond a joke. After yesterdays pathetic attempt I decided to try and claw back some dignity and bake some bread, wholesome, fresh, organic and smug, or so I thought. As the two loafs were slowly ballooning in the oven the phone rings, it’s a friend from uni, we’ve not spoken for a few weeks so gossip, sorry discuss life etc. As we chat he reminds me that regardless of my thrifty week we have to go into uni tomorrow! Pound signs flash in front of my eyes!! ££££££ just like that. Train, coffee, lunch, coffee, coffee, train home.
No it will be fine I’ll only spend the £2:50 for the train and take sandwiches for lunch with the bread I’m making………………..BREAD!!!!! Throwing down the phone shouting, almost killing the cat does nothing to change the fact that the bread is burned. I softly weep.
This morning fairs no better, my OH takes the car as she has a cold as I crunch through what is not unpleasant burnt bread toast, perhaps a new fashion? but not yet ready for the world so I get the train lunchless.
They say that every cloud etc etc and mine was that I remembered that I have a check for £40 to put in the bank, perhaps were winning anyway? In theory that cancels out yesterday and makes me king of tuesday. well that is until I come home.
It was the trains fault, I missed it, it was the Co-op’s fault for being next door. I have 33 minutes to waste, I’ll just look at the reduced section, that’s all. In my defense everything I bought was on offer or reduced and all were necessary and stop us visiting the supermarket hopefully this week.
Ok I spent £14 on potatoes, olive oil, vegetable oil, broccoli, honey, tin foil, sausages and goats milk.
Bringing tuesdays grand total to £16:50
Meaning if added to yesterdays and taking away from the £40 check leaves about £2:30, and I forgot toilet rolls!