Cuts, what cuts?

We just sat down to our last Sunday lunch before the, so called, cuts.
Possibly the best Sunday lunch I've ever had. Not a cheese sarnie, no a cheese roll, wholemeal.
It had tomato, pickle and lettuce. I thought I had died and St Vincent de Cable had taken me to heaven.

As I savoured my glass of cheap (2 bottles for £7.50) white wine I thought on the hard times to come.

As I may have mentioned before, you aint seen nothing yet.

Hard Times