‘This is the last straw. Never again,’ I thought, as I sat in the carpark of a Little Waitrose eating a chicken mayonnaise salad with my bare hands.
I always say this and I always come back for more. I tell myself I can handle it. If only I shop differently it won’t hurt.
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