Window slobbering

We went for a team lunch for someone's birthday and I salivated at the window as everyone bought delicious pizza slices, then picked at a dull-in-comparison salad. I'm nervous about being cash strapped when I move into my new place so will attempt not to be frivolous. Tricky in Cambridge as this pizza place has 3, soon to be 4, branches in the city centre, reeling people in with its tantalising cheesiness.

During the consolatory statements usually required when someone turns 30, I confirmed that the 30s are the best decade as you are less self-conscious.

Another colleague expressed surprise that I was still in mine. Great.