Have just fought my way home from the shops through a blizzard. Yep, it’s March, British Summertime officially starts this weekend, I’ve been mincing about in my open-toed sandals because of the bee-ootiful weather we’ve had over the last two weekends, and now it’s snowing. At least I wasn’t the only one caught unawares – one bloke I passed was wearing shorts and had legs a particularly nice shade of blue.
Been to Netto’s, and also to Sainsbury’s as well (bloody kids and their diets!). All in all, spent £65 – my cupboards are full, and I’ve got a warm glow of security knowing that we can survive in the event of a catastophe for, oh, about a week, before we have to resort to eating the dog (or each other).