You know that strange affliction that affects every employed person inside the M25? The one that causes every note and coin in your pocket, no matter how many of them you have, to decompose to dust before the end of the day? Well, I’ve got it. Heading for ‘home’** last night I dropped by the late-night M&S, knowing the local supermarket would be shut by the time I reached NW6, and bought an 800g paella*** and a one-person-sized bottle of wine. This after refilling my Oyster, stopping for a coffee fix, and buying a ticket down south earlier. Total cost of the afternoon: £71.80. When you live in London, cash has a half-life of about ninety minutes.
** Sofa-surfing at a friend’s.
*** I was hungry, OK?