Spring is round the corner, sun is shining, birds are singing, so thought I'd treat myself.
As we all know, the food of gods is the fish finger butty. So thought I'd channel my inner Gordon Ramsey and create the mother of all fish finger butties.
I've got a fresh fillet of fish, cornish salted butter, artisan poncey bread (with misshapen seeds it was that posh) and tarter sauce that was FIVE blooming quid.
Readers, it was terrible. I could cry for a Tesco value loaf and a couple of birds eye.
Off to buy myself a bottle of cheap plonk as I cant console myself with nice wine as I SPENT £16 ON A FISH FINGER BUTTY.
< so very sad