do not eat lunch

I received a text from Antony at around 12:30. “Do not eat lunch.” I was fairly confident he wasn’t simply trying to control my weight by denying me food so enjoyed a good hour of wondering what lunch might be. I am hopelessly in love with pret (I know it’s merely a chain, selling extortionately priced butties) so I was beyond excited when they triumphantly returned with the spoils.

Grateful for a good lunch, Isaac joining a work video call and pretending to eat a director’s head with a plastic dinosaur and a good hair day - it’s been bad for DAYS.