We’re back! Did you think I’d abandoned you yesterday on 1st December? Fear not my pretties, it was Sunday and I couldn’t be bothered.
This December I am working in Canary Wharf on Mondays and Wednesdays, and mixing it up between the office in London Bridge and working from home in Tooting for the rest of the week, so there is a nice range of exactly the same shops in all three places to buy exactly the same pre-packaged Christmas sandwiches as the past 4 years. I’ve really been looking forward to doing this again. At least I tried the vegan ones last year for a bit of a change, but it’s back to good old animal cruelty climate-destroying meat for me this year.
As an added bonus this year, anyone who has seen me IRL (in real life, mum) for the past six months will probably have heard me bang on about losing 2 stone by going Slimming World with the missus. Well, I’m still trying to lose another half a stone. Can that be done before Christmas? Especially whilst eating sandwiches that always have red highlights on the nutrition warning bit of the packaging? Join me and watch as I put my own health goals on hold so all 8 of you have something to read at lunchtime.
Anyway, I’m in Canary Wharf and as tradition dictates the nearest shop (and hence the first sandwich) is…Waitrose! Traditionally a strong contender coming 3rd in 2013, 2nd in 2016 and 4th in 2017. Let’s see how it does this year!
£3.50 – Turkey breast, pork and chestnut stuffing and smoked bacon with cranberry, port and orange chutney and mayonnaise in sliced malted bread.
Yes, it’s exactly the same as 2017. Which was the same as 2016. 4 years in a row with no imagination. Nothing ever changes. It’s still good (maybe a bit drier than usual) but come on, I’m trying to write a mildly amusing blog here. Also, each time I eat one of these, I’m blowing all of my fat, sugar and general bad stuff allowance for the day. I can’t even have a beer now. Or a Muller Light! You’ve fucked me Waitrose. How could you do this to me? I thought we were friends.
Here’s to another year of this slowly petering out without a conclusion in December…