Sooo... Is the afternoon of work supposed to be A) easier, B) harder, or C) simply ignored, after a couple of lunchtime pints?

Breakfast for one...

Curry on toast, late breakfast. It's what men eat when their women are away.

People inviting me to sit and drink beer at the Waterwitch (in the oh-so-rare sun) is not helping my working mood...

Veg biriyani and samosa, Lancaster market...

Oh, thanks Enki, lovely.

'Egyptian style' lentils, topped with caramelised onion, boiled egg and yoghurt.

Lunchtime spent on phase II of operation: apple wine.

Lunch is broccoli and pasta bake...

The Brit has gone badly wrong...

Enki the cat is stuck in the quarry again. Lunchtime rescue required *sigh*. I can see her, stuck behind a big fence, miaow, miaow, she says

Dramatic way to fix a roof leak next door!

Large crane outside. They're covering up parked cars with blankets. People stand around and point and suck air between their teeth... wtf?

Pizza time!

Snack time, just waiting for bread from the oven...

Once again bloody Royal *&$%ing Mail have left me a card: "You weren't in". Yes I bloody was! You never bloody knocked! Usless wankers.

Hello apples...

Lunch is a Susan's Pie.

Lunch part 2 - last night's curry...

Martinique stew with Herbert dumpling, a pre-lunch snack.