8.15am: LAAAAST DAAAAYYY WOOOOHOOOOOOO!
8.30pm: Dear porridge,
I am writing to say thank you. Thank you, and goodbye. Without you, I do not think I would have made it through these 30 stomach-rumbling days - and for that I am eternally grateful.
However, there is simply no getting around the fact that, without a large helping of sugar/syrup/fruit or even salt, you taste like the smell of damp wool.
Best regards and kindest wishes,
9.45am: Got to town on the work biscuit tin in celebration.
10.15am: Feel a weeeee bit sick.
one tin of soup 45p
one crusty brown roll 31p
Total = 76p
Money left = £2.82
6.45pm: Tesco's. Am feeling a bit lazy.
6.50pm: Hmmm what gifts will the reduced shelf offer up today?
6.52pm: Ah ha!
one shepherds pie 60p (reduced from £1.50)
two carrots = 16p
Total = 76p
Money left = £2.06
7pm: Zing instant meal in microwave; chop and boil carrots.
7.15pm: Burn roof of mouth on searing-hot bubbling pie.
9pm: Realised never ate those 9p chicken flavoured noodles! Must try them.
9.05pm: Can confirm that 9p noodles are, as the kids say, mingin'.
9.pm-gone midnight: Watch the beginnings of an entirely unsatisfactory (for anyone) election result.
7am: Wake up to a hung parliament... and the possibility of absolutely stuffing my face.