Respect The Sandwich

My Dear Fellow,

This is a patterned serving-bowl that Er Indoors bought. She's been having fun lately, buying housey things. In theory they are for our dinner planned for Princess Normal & her husband but also because she wants funky things to take back to NZ.

If you look carefully at the picture you can see there are two spoons in there. Or can you? They are very cunningly camouflaged. 

I've been told I am not allowed to buy housey things myself. I have to limit myself to the food for our menu. So I took myself out at lunchtime to get the supplies. 

People think I'm weird because I go shopping at lunchtime. I've had this for years. I think it's odd that they don't do this. Instead most people shoot off to the canteen and then sit at their desks and eat.

How rubbish is that? For one thing, I sit for a living, I don't want to do it in  my spare time as well. For a second thing - no, wait, capital letters called for...

OTHER PEOPLE DO NOT RESPECT THE SANDWICH

You know what I mean? Horsey PM is often sitting there with her flatbread and Kit-Kat and some n*b will come up with a quote quick question endquote and then three quarters of an hour later she's looking annoyed and her flatbread has gone soggy.

So I make a point of going out. Now then. The only problem with this is that I am at the Gyle which is second only to Scunthorpe in terms of depressing places to be which are sh*t. But however, it is still better than answering quick questions while watching your lettuce go limp.

And anyway, while people may think it odd, it does give us something to talk about in the afternoon. Today, Horsey PM and I got talking about Mexican recipes after she found out I had chilis in my bag.

So that is how I came to be carrying two big bags of shopping on the Loser Cruiser today. Tomorrow, no shopping is required because it is Curry Day. I'll still be leaving work for a walk at lunchtime though. I'm weird like that.

El P.