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Breakfast:

Marmite bagel.

Lunch:

Beans on toast, made by P.

Working from home today, and having to work over lunch due to someone not sending me something until very late.

Dinner:

Chicken and tarragon pie, with potato wedges and baked beans.

Breakfast:

P was unwell, so it was up to me to sort out A’s breakfast. I managed to grab a marmite bagel and a half, in between serving little madam.

Lunch:

A chicken, lettuce and tomato poppy-seeded baguette from posh bakery Paul. It was a strange feeling having to venture out to get lunch and pay for it with cash.

Dinner:

Noodles with some leftover chicken slices from Sunday’s festivities.

Breakfast:

Two slices of toast with marmite. Then a couple of egg mayonnaise and bacon baguettes from Pret A Manger (delivered to work as part of a bulk order for a course I was helping to organise).

Lunch:

Singapore noodles from Miso Noodle Bar.

Dinner:

Oops, succumbed to the KFC monster again, because the kitchen was covered in flowers (P is sorting out a wedding tomorrow). Had a zinger burger with chips and a few hot wings.

Breakfast:

No time for breakfast at home, so had to grab a bagel, spread with marmite, at work.

Lunch:

A poppy-seed covered baguette, filled with chicken, lettuce and tomato from posh-ish high street baker Paul.  Someone at work said I must be earning too much to afford to buy stuff from Paul, but the cost of the baguette (£3.30) was less than I’d have had to spend at Subway, plus it was good quality stuff.

Dinner:

Polly did a repeat of her chicken koftas, from the Lazy Bruch book.  Lovely stuff.

Unexpectedly had to go into work today, with some odd consequences for my food intake.

Breakfast:

At home, a couple of slices of toast with marmite.

At work, while I was on a telephone call, a colleague came round with a basket full of hot cross buns, and via the medium of sign language while paying a modicum of attention to the person on the other end of the line, I managed to procure a hot cross bun with a thick layer of (I can’t believe it’s not) butter (because I’m a credulous idiot without any taste buds).

Brunch:

I was asked to help unwrap various bits of food in preparation for a special lunchtime ‘meet-and-greet the new bloke’ occasion, and ended up having a sneaky slice of gala pie.

Lunch:

Went to the special ‘meet-and-greet the new bloke’ lunch, and ended up scoffing:

• a cold, soggy samosa with a suspiciously sweet and bright red dip
• a couple of canapes that were more pastry than filling
• a thin wedge of very salty quiche lorraine
• a big slice of a lovely apple tart
• an even bigger slice of cherry pie, which had just the right level of sourness

So, in summary, savoury dishes bad, sweet dishes good.

All this was washed down with a can of coke, which was very bad of me.

Post-lunch coffee:

Coincidentally, I had a ‘meet-and-greet the new bloke’ coffee meeting lined up straight after lunch. We ended up going to Giraffe. I normally have hot chocolate whenever I’m out for coffee (since I’m very fussy about my coffee), but the hot chocolate in Giraffe, even without the extra cream and marshmallows, tends to be too sickly sweet for my liking. I plumped for a mint chocolate latte instead, and was pleasantly surprised at the perfect balance between coffee and chocolate. Not that I go to Giraffe for coffee all that often, but I have at least found my regular order.

Desk dinner:

As it was the last day before going on a week’s holiday, I worked a little late and ended up scoffing a developer’s dinner – crisps. Not just any old crisps, though. These were M&S sour cream and jalapeno potato-based snacks.

Real dinner:

Chicken “and something” pie (bought from Waitrose), with chips and baked beans. Followed by some Ben & Jerry’s ice cream.