Too hot for you, babe

Had a hot lunch for a change.
It didn't involve messing with saucepans or microwaves or parting with hard-earned money in a fancy lunchtime eatery.

I seem to be the only person who eats the olives stuffed with red hot chili peppers in Tesco.
And since I seem to be the only one, I wait until they stuff them in big containers and drop them on the yellow sticker shelf for EUR0.45 a kilo...

Because I'm cheap.

And I enjoy spending my lunchtime breaks on the top floor of a deserted car park with a tub of olive stuffed with red hot chili peppers, a baguette and a good book.

It's in the open air, it's quiet and it's cheap.

And there is my friend the gull.

He waited patiently until I had finished eating, and arranged my red hot chili peppers on the ground, and wiped my fingers, and taken out the camera, and photographed them, and packed up and left.

Then he rushed to the newly deserted spot and pecked at one.
Bad move Mr Seagull... I now know that they do indeed have taste buds (who would have thought?! On a seagull's tongue?! With the shite they eat?!)

He promptly spat it out and looked at me. He was very pissed off.

And I almost wished that I still had a zoom lens.

Just to capture that pissed-off seagull dirty look.