It’s not going to be chocolate or wine, I know that. I’ve already got this week’s supplies in, and I’m thinking ahead to next week’s already.
Pancakes seem to be the logical and traditional option: I do like eating them, though i hate cooking them, and in fact I never cook them, at least not from scratch.
Or maybe full English breakfasts for the same reasons. The one I had at the market cafe today was mediocre enough to encourage me to.
Or perhaps I should do the sensible thing and give up going to church, with all this sponsored frugality. Or does it have to be something you enjoy? Well I’ll have you know I love English churches! I love being in enclosed spaces with people I don’t like – that’s why i’m a regular (once a year regular) in several Manchester pubs.
Though i’m doing the pubs a disservice – at least, unlike the churches, there aren’t any clipboard-carrying twits and self-righteous nutters, maybe the occasional psychopath but at least they take their medication most days.
I know! As it’s Grammar Day as well as Shrove Tuesday, I shall stop being so pedantic innit.