spookiedoofus

I make sure there is a coherent list in my head before I leave the flat: milk, bread, cheese, juice, enough food for three days' breakfasts-and-suppers... Milk, bread, cheese, juice... it repeats like a mantra in my head as I walk determinedly down the road to the shop. It makes it seem so easy. Once inside the neon labyrinth that is the Supermarket, my plans falter. Garish adverts leer in front of me and distract me from my carefully planned course. 2-4-1 deals find themselves in my basket before I've thought about whether I actually like angel food cake mix or not. Several previous such offers are still sitting in the back of my cupboa