Well I did indeed go to Asda at Brighton Marina yesterday afternoon, but it turned out to be a far more exciting trip than anticipated, when I unexpectedly met Peter Andre in the cereals aisle...



He was a bargain at £1.84. I wish I'd bought two now.

But anyhoo, today's the first of June, so having successfully managed to see Lisa every day during the month of May, I cut my losses and returned home this morning to wait by the phone for a call from the BBC.

After another 140 miles today, I'm now sick of the sight of Britain's motorways, and more than a little tired. I also haven't had a bath for five weeks, which is the longest I've gone since losing enough weight to be able to fit into one again three years ago. So forgive me if I cut this blog post a little short...