day 28

7am: Who THE HELL is ringing me in the middle of the fecking night?!

7.01am: Oh. Alarm. (insert extremely tired face)

7.10am: Physically unable to open eyes.

7.15am: Need to get up. Really really need to get up.

Get up get up get up.

7.45am-8.45am: Somehow manage to transport self from bed in Bethnal Green to office in Bromley, via the shower, two tubes and a train.

8.47am: Assemble porridge oats/milk/mug concoction.

8.50am: Miss mouth and dispatch spoonful of soggy oats onto boobs.

8.55am: Fail to make top look clean.

9am: Put on hoody.

9.15am: Feel like a teenager on work experience.

1pm: Have too much work to do. Need vitamin injection. Give colleague who is off to supermarket £1, and request as much fresh fruit as £1 will allow.

1.15pm: Colleague returns with one banana, one orange and an apple. And no change. Hmmm. (Money left £5.43)

1.30pm: Squirt orange onto hoody.

1.45pm: Top up stomach with porridge. (And two office-Pound-Shop biscuits.)

6.15pm: Tesco's on Bethnal Green Road. A lovely place.

6.25pm: Buy:

one tin of chopped tomatoes 35p
one onion 9p
three carrots 30p
cabbage 53p

Total = £1.27

Money left = £4.16

6.45pm: Use rest of value rice, value pepper and value salt to make exceedingly value vegetable and rice extravaganza.

7.15am: Enough veggie rice left for lunch tomorrow – hurrah!

7.30pm: Not enough internet connection to stream an episode of The Wire – WHAT?!

7.31-8pm: Potter about (as Mum would say).

8.15pm: Spy chocolate on cousin's desk.

8.17pm: Eat bit of chocolate.

9.45pm: Cousin returns home.

10.05pm: Chat in cousin's bedroom.

10.10pm: Gladly accept cousin's kind offer of chocolate.