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And the lunch saga continues. At this moment, I would like to take a moment to have some silence for the passing of the World's Smallest Chicken.
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There, that ought to do it. I know it passed away recently as it ended up on my dinner plate yesterday. Apparently it was roasted, which I assume means left in a desert for a week. When they say "until the juices run clear", I don't think they mean "until there are no juices left".... Oh well. The accompanying vegetables were interesting. Having seemingly picked up the same knife as yesterday (I can't believe that *all* their knives are that blunt), I decided to attack some armour plated potatoes. I believe they were meant to be Roast Potatoes, but the leather coating was danged difficult to cut through. The veg..... hmmm.. one was orange and squishy (possibly swede?), one was squishy courgette (which I hate), and the final one tasted like parsnip, but was in a purple coat, which confused me somewhat.

Happily, there are roadworks outside the building which meant that I could borrow their pneumatic drill to attack the "mixed fruit crumble" that I had for desert. Without it, I fear the poor spoon would have simply given up and cried in a corner.

Needless to say, McDonalds provided a more wholesome meal in the evening (after a nice half-an-hour or so in the Pub with viclet and various larpy friends - most of whom she apparently didn't know) than either of the two lunches I've had. I'm just glad I've still got that big bag of tortilla crisp things for the train journey home today.

Oh, is it strange to dream about being in Harry Potter world, get arrested, along with Harry and Ron, have Harry blab his mouth off getting us into further trouble, and then end up crying on each others shoulders because we just want to be released? No? Good. I won't worry about having that dream the other night then...... perhaps I should leave more time between Harry Potter films and going to bed in future.

K.

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In a change to the scheduled routine, todays lunch was actually half-decent. Ok, so I don't like peppers, but that doesn't make them a bad thing. Admittedly, I didn't touch the aubergines for fear of ... well, for fear of them tasting really nasty. I'll admit that I'm not the worlds biggest fan of new potatoes that aren't smothered in melted butter (and whilst these had been introduced to the button, I got the impression it was the same sort in introduction that children got to adults in the 18th Century ie "here are the kids, aren't they sweet, now bugger off and play upstairs on your own and don't come see us again". The fish was ok, at least until I got to the bony part of the fillet, and the carrots were passable. Even desert failed to earn mockworthy status.

In summation, frankly, I'm disappointed, and I know you are too dear Reader. I can only apologise and realise that even at school, there were days when I got close to enjoying dinner and tried to work out how to get in the queue again for seconds.......

In other news, a light fitting has just started leaking in our training room! oooooh, excitement. Water appears to be dripping straight out of the middle of the tile. The guy sitting underneath it has decided he doesn't want a shower at the moment so has moved. I was about to offer him the Head and Shoulders that I have in my bag, but alas it is no longer required.

K.