We are now at that awkward pre-moving stage where there is no point in buying foodstuffs such as flaxseed oil or balsamic vinegar.
Last night I used the last of my glorious aged Italian balsamic. It was with much sadness that I said goodbye to beautifully dressed, flavoursome salads. The problem is, dear reader, that I am too tight to buy a bottle when I will get through so little before we leave.
If you were in the vicinity of Clifton, Bristol last night, that loud sigh you heard was me trying – and failing – to enjoy my naked salad.
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