picnic?

Well, almost. Some colleagues joined me at 1pm today in the common room at work (a bit breezy for Nicolson Square, really), but M is a good cook and usually turns up with something for lunch that makes us all think we should have gone round to his flat for dinner the night before. So we ate our sandwiches/crisps/salad/cranberries while he dined with panache.

The discussion was interesting, though we did have to fight a certain sense of pessimism about the prospects for the world.