Please accept my most sincere and humble apologies for the lateness of this post. Yes, I know I should have done it on Friday and I’m sorry that the anticlimax ruined your weekend. I will strive from this point onwards to rebuild your faith in me and know that I am deeply sorry for the pain I have caused you.
Okay – let’s move on.
This is it. Moving day.
And when I say moving day – I don’t mean “I’ve met someone and now we’re in love and going to live together” Day, or “I have saved so much money I can buy a house” Day.
This is “I have no assets, no relationship and I can’t afford to keep renting so I’m moving back in with my parents and I’m nearly 29” Day.
Whilst you are all waiting with baited breath to find out what the response is from Waitrose (believe me it is worth the wait) I thought I would share something fantastic with you all courtesy of my mum, Mrs Sandi Fox.
I thought I was being original with my noodle complaint. Turns out Sandi Fox had beaten me to the punch. 33 years ago.