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I've just popped out for lunch. I don't know why there's any need for people to say things like "popped" or "dipped" when they make a reference to a shop dash, but they do, so I just did.
Anyway - this was a rare treat. I feel quite rough today...had a few sherberts last night and the effects are still wearing off. So I thought I'd best go find a dish of pure quality with which to ease my suffering.
I had too many food options on Baker Street today, so I took a deep breath and strided into Tescos to make, unknown to me at the time, the proudest purchase of a lunchtime treat I could possibly have ever imagined...

...a Ham & Mushroom Tagliatelle, from the prestigious "Italiano" range of Tesco's own products.

I whisked it back to the office (in a similar style to that adpoted by someone who might "pop" to the shop) and ripped off the outer casing. The plastic film that seperated me from my lunch lay glued tightly across the tub - like the skin across a snare drum...with the snare engaged...
With the co-ordination of a teenaged lad on his first date with a lass he doesn't really dig, I removed the plastic cover with ease. It was later that the matter would become more difficult.

Upon returning to the kitchen, and the microwave, to remove my tv dinner (is it still a tv dinner when you're going to eat it at your desk, instead of on your sofa in front of the telly?), I found that not only had my lunch been scoffed by someone else but that the little swines had also made off with all the tea!!!

NO TEA!!!!!!

Holy shit!



I awoke with a start - looked at the clock on the video and realised I was about four and a half hours late for work! There was nothing for it...



I got up.....and made some tea.