You know those people who stockpile things?
The ones who just can't resist a good bargain, and so simply must have as many as can fit into the car?
|Porridge coma. Nngh. Ooh, and monster slippers!|
I'm related to two of them. More commonly known as Mum and Dad. And we all seem to be bitten with the bug that won't let us pass a lovely big display of things on SALE. Especially when we actually use said items.
And, you see, my current predicament came out of Mum wanting to bless me. She knows I like the ready-portioned natural-flavoured porridge sachets from Quakers and Alpen and the like (because I'm a lazy little bum, and scales are a faff, that's why). Since I came home, little gifts or tiny things that will make me happy and that I can't necessarily afford for myself make their way into my daily life, or onto my pillow. Last week it was a voucher for the local hairdresser's. My mum's a legend.
But whatever bug bit her two weeks ago, it was one of evil genius. Morrisons has had Quakers' Golden Syrup porridge for a quid a box for a while now. Perhaps they had too much stock - but whatever it is, they have successfully transferred most of it into our cupboards.
I now have 150 sachets to eat. See you on the other side of christmas.
Much love and laughter,