Went to uni ( had the most amazing lecturer, an American called Elizabeth Morris) and then headed into town. Two supermarkets there also didn't have the pastry either, I was starting to worry :( Off I went to the gym. A very productive session, even talked to a couple of people. *gasp* being friendly at the gym. It cheered me and for an entire hour I forget about the stupid damn filo pastry. Gym over. Back the soul destroying quest for the right pastry. I trekked further and got on a bus for 40 mins to the next big supermarket. NOTHING.. Went to the one across the street. NOTHING. I feared the worst for the pie. While I was waiting for the bus to the next supermarket (the one I hated) a man told me I didn't exercise enough. He just said it. Seriously, do I have something etched on my face that says I AM FAT AND LAZY PLEASE TELL ME SO. I just stared incredulously and hoped the bus turned up on time. Finally made to Morrisions and whoooooooop I found the pastry. I bought three packs. 5 supermarkets and 3 hours in total. I was ready to make the pie but it after 7pm when I made it home. So I decided to leave to it today. See the dedication for this pie? That yummy!
This is the inside of my little store cupboard. I had no really interesting pictures to post but I like posting them so I thought I would just post it lol. How interesting...NOT :D I have today off and I am really glad. I miss one day of blogging and theres a million posts demanding attention! I got some really lovely comments on my last post and was really touched :D I am so glad that I started this blog. I really can't say that enough. So thankyou to those that do read this. I checked the scale today, again. I am sick of moaning about it on here so I am just not going to do it anymore. Just once a week from now on. Yes.