8am: For those who have ever wondered whether it is possible to get stuck on two 'defective' tube trains in a row, and start your day by sweating underground for over 40 minutes, I can confirm yes, yes it is.
8.45am: Porridge, porridge, where for art thou porridge?
8.50am: Ah ha - someone has hidden you behind a box of green tea.
8.55am: Would porridge by any other name taste as bland?
8.56am: Yes.
9am: Friday morning biscuit treat from the office hoard.
1pm: Decline colleagues' invitation to a Friday lunchtime Nandos outing, and opt for my M&S high-brow tomato and fresh brown roll staple. (total = 69p; money left = £11.68).
6pm: Tube rage, of the highest degree.
7pm: Acting on a highly random Friday night whim, boyfriend fancies trying out new swanky-looking fish n chip joint down the road.
7.05pm: Er, £5.50 for a piece of battered fish?!?!?! Opt for a battered sausage (£1.20; money left £10.48).
7.15pm: Try best to ignore boyfriend tucking into large portion of chips topped with large piece of battered cod.
7.20pm: This really is a top notch battered sausage.
7.22pm: Nick some of boyfriend's chips.
7.24pm: Nick some more of boyfriend’s chips.
8pm: Porridge.
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