We went to see The Darkest Hour recently.
In the afternoon.
The mister bought a huge bag of toffee popcorn and a giant Coke.
I went the healthier and cheaper route with a couple of clementines from the fruit bowl.
The film was so very enjoyable, the acting superb.
I cried.
Twice.
I say Gary Oldman for Prime Minister.
I mean the Oscar.
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Though we're down to two here, the food shopping trips don't appear to have decreased.
I was in Lidl the other day (their fruit and veg is very good and opportunities for people watching equally tempting).
Perusal of the displays was interrupted by a man shouting to his female companion in the next aisle.
'Do you want one of these bastard joints of meat or not?'.
Why, I thought with a discrete shake of the head, does he have to swear at her and so loudly?
Then I spotted the sign.
Special offer: basted pork shoulders.
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In another supermarket, a much anticipated book was espied on the shelves.
Of course a copy (no such thing as too many books, especially half price ones) found its way into the basket.
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I baked a batch of sparkly triple chocolate and peanut butter cup brownies for my Girlie's birthday (being delivered in Manchester by the Boy who's joining her for a weekend of celebrations).
That same Boy baked salted caramel brownies for his colleagues to welcome Friday.
So who wins the battle of the brownies?
You decide.