Surprisingly, knowing you don't have to get up for work in the morning can be quite a motivating reason for getting up. So I woke bright and early today, excited at the prospect of having a few extra hours before midday.

As it turned out my day was pretty uneventful. A bit of clothes washing, unpacking and repacking of the dishwasher, a cup of char here and there and the odd email. A movie, then another movie, and a trip to the supermarket...

Now this is where I hang my head in shame. You see, I've been boycotting this supermarket across the road for about a month now, but out of sheer laziness (or actually I'd like to take the flip side and say it was convenience) I felt compelled to give it another chance.

See it all started the day Laura and I did our massive cook-up. Most of our ingredients had been bought at the lovely Borough Market earlier that morning, but we were missing a few key things for our afternoon, namely beer. A wander down to our 'friendly' neighborhood store seemed like the quickest fix, even though not the most pleasant. Having been there several times, I was prepared to face the grumpy check-out chicks, their monosyllabic answers and inability to look people in the eye, but overall this felt like a small price to pay given the circumstance.

Here's how it played out ***in cinematic slow motion and black & white***- as we entered, I got sidetracked by some Kettle Salt & Balsamic Vinegar crisps, while Laura made a beeline for the beer, a nice 4 pack of Corona's, all neatly tucked away in their very own cardboard carry container, complete with in-built handle.

Still perusing the junk food isle, I suddenly heard a big CRASH!

'That couldn't be Laura', I dismissed the thought immediately. 'I'll just keep on looking for snacks. Pretzel's perhaps? Maybe some cornchips'.

Then, out of the silence rang the American twwang.

'Yes, err I was the one who dropped the beer, I'll pay for it'

On rounding the corner I found a very red faced Laura, standing over a shopkeeper sweeping up the broken glass.

'Man, what happened?'

'It just fell, the handle just ripped'

'Noohhooooooooooooooooooooooooo!'

Ok well the 'Noohoooooooooo!' part didn't happen, but as it turned out, Corona's cool little cardboard carry container wasn't so cool afterall. What was even less cool however, was the shopkeeper's reaction. Ok, so we offered to pay for it, but really that was just a courtesy offer, an invite for the shopkeeper to say, 'oh no don't worry about it'. But no, they made us pay for it, treating us like teenagers running amok in the store. Grrrr I was mad. It wasn't the 6 quid we had to fork out, it was the sheer principle of it, and it wasn't right!

And it was for that reason, I boycotted the store for a month. Now having relived that story I'm extremely angry with myself for going back there, but Laura, if you're out there reading this, I promise I'll make it up to you.