Breakfast at Sainsbury's

When I get an attack of the mean reds, I like to go for breakfast at Sainsbury's. Today this also included window (or should that be shelf) shopping round the clothes and home-ware sections to look at what lovely items I can't afford to buy this week due to a cock up with my pay. I got all excited about a purple iron that was on offer. I love purple. I am obsessed with having purple things. This does not, however, include a certain purple dinosaur whoring himself around on TV these days. I hate him.