Butter. None of that trans fat and palm oil bollocks claiming to be a butter spread. No. They are margarines with delusions of grandeur and health.
Wanky blue eggs.
Sea salt flakes.
Organic meat. I'm fine with the extra cost, I just eat it less often.
Homegrown fruit, veg and herbs.
The DTwatCat. but I did get him for the cost of a one day travelcard and the embarrassment of being the weird woman on the tube with a kitten in her handbag, I still consider asking for my money back sometimes as although he's definitely faulty with his Cerebellar Hypoplasia, he is a happy, goodnatured soul and extremely cute when he's tired.
If I could afford it, a good mattress, properly fitted carpet and shoes that actually fitted and were supportive without looking like hospital appliance supply. The bed itself was worth the money, as it's solid wood and pretty much indestructible, but the mattress is knackered.
The S shaped foam pillow I use.
Podiatry.
Back in the olden days when you could go out, a fancy gym. I've spent enough time in tatty, skanky ones with used nappies dumped in the showers, every other machine taped off, meatheads snurking at anybody they wouldn't fuck and leering over the women they would if the women had low self esteem, and to go back to your locker to find that somebody's come in, most likely paid 50p for a Kids' Swim to get through the turnstiles to 'supervise' and spent their time jemmying the lockers open whilst some 17 year lifeguard is unknowingly made entirely responsible for their offsprings' lives for the duration.