So I was home,
surfing the net working really hard when I realised I was hungry. I wanted some toast. I could just about imagine it dripping with butter (or some other vegetable dodgy butter-like substance that Better Half seems to enjoy so much), warm and crunchy… oh yum! Off I went, put my bread in the toaster and opened the fridge to get my butter.
There. Was. No. Butter. Or butter-like substance. There was nothing! Argh.
Ok, don’t panic, I thought. There’s always the very mediterranean olive oil on bread, it’s healthy and nice too, right? Off to the cupboard.
There was also no olive oil.
Bottom line: I may or may not have opened a tin of mackerel in olive oil just to use the oil for my bread. Also, I might need to go shopping soon for food. Maybe.