Drive down to Waitrose in the morning. For some reason, whenever we physically visit the supermarket we spend more than visiting Ocado. And this is despite me sacrificing my 99p gingernuts!
In the evening I rustle up some nifty lamb chops with a bottle of Calon-Segur 2006 and then I am so knackered from writing throughout the week that I fall asleep straight afterwards. Either that, or it is stultifyingly dull, turgid TV that insults a nation’s intelligence on Saturday nights.
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