My day at class was spent clearing plots and weeding fruit cages. Lovely day, got a bit sunburned. At night, suddenly my face was glowing hot and pink. Glaswegian skin. Us poor old Weegees burn like vampires.
Cooking night. I made 3 or 4 meals worth of potatoes, turnip and mince. I got the half turnip on Sunday night’s grocery shop for 9 pence. It had not one but two yellow stickers on it. Tonight I found the turnip was very hard to defrost. I had it thawing in a saucepan for over an hour and got so frustrated that at one point I told it defrost you b*****d! while sawing at it with a breadknife. This made one of my flatmates laugh a lot. I hope it’s not the event I’ll be best remembered for.
I cycled to Sainsburys for some bigger groceries. Haunting the delicatessen for discounts at the end of the day, waiting for that miraculous, second yellow bar-code sticker. Unfortunately I was staking out the delicatessen in my yellow cycling anti-death jacket, and therefore extremely conspicuous. I got home with some (one-sticker) discount chicken, among other goodies.
Watched a film with my flatmates.
Eventually the frozen turnip was defeated, thawed, sliced and boiled to mush just to be safe.