8.20am: Am actually craving porridge. Weird how your taste buds grow to love something through perseverance and sheer necesity.
10am: Crave quiche. Not eaten quiche in months. Very strange.
1pm: Persuade a fruit market man to sell me one and a half punnets of strawberries and two oranges for £1. (Is this a good deal?!)
Money left: £19.30.
1.15pm: Trade handful of strawberries for a few rivita and cream cheese in work kitchen.
3pm: Colleague offers round a large Toblerone. I love him.
6.30pm: Defrost last portion of lentil and cabbage soup.
6.35pm: Toast slightly stale slices of very yeasty homemade bread to accompany bowl of brown soup.
6.40pm: Eat. It would seem taste buds cannot grow to like everything.
6.42pm: Vow this really REALLY is the very VERY last day before I get myself properly sorted.
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