My bedlinen's combined value is greater than that of the beds in the house.
We only buy the blue eggs from Waitrose or Duck Eggs when in season. And Heritage tomatoes in summer. I also make desserts/salads with edible flowers that I grow especially for the purpose.
Home baked bread is far superior to anything from the shops.
The vacuum cleaner cost more than the flooring it cleans so very, very well.
The space underneath the boiler coffee station has jars of loose herbal teas alongside the coffee machine and kettle.
I buy organic out of preference whenever possible. Yellow sticker time generally. DTwatCats eat organic, grain free, hypoallergenic food.
I am a member of a choral society. Because I fucking love Renaissance music.
I have a Gucci handbag from the time before they made a thing out of being Gucci. Didn't even realise it was Gucci until about three years after I bought it I love charity shops but I liked the feel and shade of the leather.
I like having lots of plants in the house and would buy myself flowers every week if I could be arsed to go to the florist.
Plymouth Gin is the only type I drink. Sloe or Navy Strength by preference and usually bought from the distillery when we're back home for a few days.
I like grilled Guernard more than cod and chips. I'm rather partial to Turbot as well. Puy lentils and Carmargue rice are bought in preference to cheaper ones. Nobody will ever separate me from a box of sea salt crystals - the table stuff is only fit for slugs or scrubbing the kitchen table, not people.
Avocado has a place in most salads. With homemade dressing including homegrown organic herbs, not mayonnaise or a bottle of something from the supermarket. Chia seeds are nice in a smoothie and Kale chips sprinkled with sea salt and chilli flakes made from your own homegrown chillis are delicious.
I like candlit baths and Radio 3 on at night (and for the slog into work).
We compete against one another for Only Connect and Counterpoint.
I turned my nose up at a new lunchbox when my old one split because the offered one was plastic instead of wood.
Six plants per room isn't enough. And fresh flowers every week would be a thing if I could be bothered to leave the house on a Saturday morning to visit the florist.
The biggest wank is how I harbour plans of a real Christmas tree, subtle china ornaments, discreet realistic looking Robins and other birds, ribbon and vast amounts of Holly, Ivy and pure white lights, only to come home to find DP has decided a Real Christmas must always involve at least 3000 pieces of shitty plastic and foil coated plastic and lights in every colour under the sun flashing out a distress call to interplanetary life.