I took the scenic route to the supermarket this evening and managed to bag a real today image.

1994: I had a proper fitted kitchen installed in my London flat. For nine years I had managed with an assortment of unrelated freestanding items in a room large enough to accommodate them. As soon as the new kitchen was ready my partner ceased working away from home, nominated himself head-chef and demoted me to the role of shopping-and-washing-up wallah.