Inventing reasons why I don't want to go grocery shopping today, apart from the fact of it being a twenty-five mile round trip and I hate shopping, is a good reason not to go, right? Sticking with the bone idle wastrel theme.
There are some yesterday's leftovers (cooked by me from scratch) DH can have tonight and some bacon that needs using up for me to have a bacon butty. That's be fine. Minibags, who's a complete weirdo when it comes to food, feeds herself nowadays because her bone idle wastrel of a mother can't be arsed any more.
Plus, there's nothing like practice for making perfect 