day 19

10.30am: Skating-induced laziness.

11am: Eat (small) bowl of boyfriend's Cheerios, for it is Sunday: the day of rest (from porridge).

11.30am: Explode into cleaning frenzy which results in a face-to-face stand off with World's Largest Spider.

11.31am: Emit high-pitched girly whimpers.

11.32am: Frantically wave hoover nozzle at spider (which is gripping the carpet and resisting all suction).

11.33am: Got it - ha! In your eight-legged face.

11.35am: Definitely time to leave the house.

12pm: Stroll around Angel, and somehow end up in Sainsbury's scanning the shelves for reduced food.

12.10pm: You can buy a packet of chicken stock cubes for 10p?! I spent half a day boiling a manky chicken carcass, sieving out a whole rainbow of fat and gristle, and you can buy chicken stock cubes for 10p?!

12.20pm: Leave Sainsbury’s with:

frozen value fish fingers £1 (no idea why)
chicken stock cubes 10p
crusty bread roll 30p

Total = £1.40

Money left = £13.85

1.30pm: Lunch of coleslaw and bread roll. Mayonnaise has gone a bit translucent over night, but, all in all, lunch is not bad, not bad at all.

3pm: Go to pub to heap praise on bearded friend who just ran the London Marathon (in 3hrs 25mins, which is like, well fast).

3pm-5pm: Slowly sip two consecutive pints of water pretending it is COMPLETELY FINE that everyone else is lubricating a lazy Sunday afternoon with beer and cider.

6.30pm: Dinner of rice, cabbage and a very wilted half-an-onion that I'm not 100% sure is mine, but is definitely well past the state that someone not living on £1-a-day would consider edible.

6.45pm: Boyfriend's housemate smugly tucks into a large carton of assorted Chinese takeaway. Breath in deeply to fully inhale greasey takeaway scent.

6.46pm: Realise that what I am doing is very weird, and leave the room.