Lunchtime

That is Wednesday out of the way. 

It went well, mostly. Those around me managed to behave like sensible adults. A refreshing change. 

To celebrate I bought them coffee and cakes in the afternoon. Pavlov's dog... You never know. It might work. Sometimes I do wish people could be more like dogs.

I took a magazine with me to read at lunchtime, and then remembered I was supposed to be taking a break, so I did not read it. I Blipped it instead. 

I am going to use the front cover for a satirical caption competition, just as a wee team building exercise. The winner will get a can of beer.