Justin's lunch

For reasons unknown (or perhaps not understood, but most likely just unfathomly daft), it has been decided that in our lunch break (that we are not paid for...) we can't choose to all contribute to a buffet and eat together. So this is Justin's lunch, brought to work for only him to eat...on my last day at work before hols and maternity leave. I think it might have accidentally ended up on more than his plate. Ah well. These things happen.

Ad, me and bump have been thoroughly spoilt by very generous friends. And serendipity had it that Ad was working not far from my work so could join our after work celebrations in the pub. He dropped me at work which meant that I could drive the van home and he could join my colleagues in having a drink or two to celebrate my departure...the only problem with driving a transit at 37 and a bit weeks pregnant is reaching down to put the handbrake on isn't necessarily that easy or comfy.

Still doesn't all seem real...