I recently had a week day at home. It was lovely! I slept in, washed some woollies, sat in the conservatory drinking coffee and generally enjoyed the hell out of not being at work.
And at 1pm, after a leisurely hot bath, I decided it was lunchtime.
A stroll up to the high street presented me with options. A kebab, fish & chips, one of those weird Chinese takeaways where everything is in bain maries in the window, KFC or the £4.95 lunchtime special at the local Thai place.
Funnily enough, the Thai place won handily.
I felt bad going in, because even though they were ostensibly open, they were in the middle of staff lunch, and they hurried to pack away their plates to serve me. So much inconvenience for £5.
I ordered pad thai. It arrived beautifully presented, covered in an eggnet and with a wedge of lemon. It tasted as good as it looked. Succulent chicken, bean shoots and cubes of tofu cuddled up to the chewy noodles. I could have kept eating and eating. I felt sorry for the schmucks who were queuing at KFC.