Welcome, Baking.
Jolls, I was worried you would all think I have no life the amount of shit I've posted today and you'd be right
I'm off shopping tomorrow with my birthday money. I am buying a non-maternity bra (ahh! bliss!), a maternity swimming cozzie, a Chanel mascara, returning my too-small mat clothes to H&M and, finally, will be going to the World Famous Bury Market for a shitload of quality meat at knock-down prices. I was in rehab in Bury and it was my job every Saturday to source the cheapest cuts of meat for the whole unit (24 residents) with an improbably tiny budget. I cannot tell you how adept I became at haggling with the man on the meat stall and it will be interesting to see if he remembers me two years later.
I intend to buy juicy steaks, chops, chicken and a kilo of lamb neck fillet. All for about a tenner 