I had a last-minute meeting with the parish, which had been prompted by my support worker. I am to receive further alms in the morning, and some more useful things at the weekend. After that I wandered up to the foreign supermarket, where nice things can be had for next to nothing.
When I got home I had a nice cup of Darjeeling and a few treats; Battenburg cake, lemon curd tart and a frangipane. I am glad I come from the economic background that I do. I am well-used to shopping around, and always buy things where the price is most reasonable. That is how I manage to have nice things. Do you know I can get more out of a pound of mince than Jesus got out of the fish and bread. At least I'm not reduced to eating fish sandwiches, which is just as well. I simply cannot abide the smell and the texture of fish. The very thought of it is making me heave, but I suppose I ought to try and be a bit more magnanimous about it. After all Jesus didn't have the foreign supermarket to fall back on. That is where I have the advantage. But I don't suppose that mince would make such a good story.
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