Parents are eating out, making use of one of the generic money off coupons for a local restaurant. Which means I get to eat Asda frozen curry again, and of course I get the memory hit that I always get going there. It makes me want to be a student again, going back to a room in a house I share with friends where the floor is covered in printouts and maths textbooks and pizza boxes.
Damnit. I'm all nostalgic now.