If there was ever a day to give all this home cooking up and start living like the rest of the British public, today was the day. Before now, I just didn't realise you could get such expensive, high quality ingredients in processed ready meals.

I was always of the impression that the meat in them was in some way sub standard - the last tripey scrapings from around the stomach, the pee stained muscle that holds the bladder. Eyeballs, testicles, hooves...

But how wrong I was. It seems that all along, Tesco, Aldi, Burger King and now even the inventor of the pinnacle, the very quintessence of culinary pleasure, the Findus Crispy Pancake, has been giving us deluxe, exclusive French food and selling it cheaply - so that the ordinary man in the street can feast like a gourmand. Oh how wonderful these people are, how generous, how bountiful.

Yes, instead of giving us cheap, scraggy ends of beef in their tasty products, they've been treating us to horse. Horse no less. You can buy beef mince in Tesco for £3.12 per kilo, whereas the cheapest horse mince I could find was £9.90 per kilo. These people must really love their customers to be so generous. I don't see how they can make a profit. Next we'll find out that processed meals aren't stuffed with cheap fats, sugars and fillers and provide a nutritious, balanced meal at a budget price.

So let's all salute these kings of men. Let's laud praises on the saints who for our benefit strive daily to provide us all with such feasts. Sing Hurrah! for Tesco and their horsey burgers! Sing Hussar! for Burger King, who, refused for so long to admit what they were doing. Sing, sing out loud for Aldi but sing loudest for Findus, truly angels in human form. (Until they go into administration next week that is.)

Isis went to a party tonight and had pizza and doughballs and other tasty kiddy friendly things. She said she'd join us for dinner but actually drank a cup of warm milk and played. Eve is only eating bread and fruit today, so it wasn't much of a family dinner.

On Friday's I don't get home from work until 6.30 so cooking up a treat isn't easy. Today's dinner was really nice, especially the dolcelatte sauce, unfortunately Olias screamed all the way through and we had to take it in turns to eat.

Better than a crispy pancake or horse lasagne though.