Just checked the fridge.
There's fuck all that I want. There's cheese and butter and tomatoes and eggs and sliced ham and milk and chillies and peppers and other stuffs wot I don't know the name of.
I'm a gonna phone something extravagant and unnecessary and hide the packaging. The missus is asleep and she'll kick my fuck in if she thinks I've pigged it out in her absence.
Living on the edge to the max.