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The Slaves of Love
Oct. 24th, 2012 01:00 pmThere are so many questions about this. That family is quick off the mark, isn't it? Very keen to get him in the ground. If a body looking like me turns up, I hope my mother actually makes sure it's me before she buries it.
This week's random word:
24. Lunch
Lunch is short for luncheon, which was originally nuncheon. So that's quite interesting.
When I am at home, it is easy enough to scratch together lunch from whatever is in the fridge. More often, I am at work, which requires forethought. I usually make soup or a quiche or something for each week's lunches on Sunday. This makes me sound terrifically organised, but in reality I remember about ten o'clock on Sunday night. This week, I made a vegetable frittata. I always finish my work lunches with a piece of fruit: a mandarin in the cold months, a nectarine or plum in the summer.
The accounting firm where I started my working life was quite regimented. My lunch break was from one till two, with no variation. Well, I suppose I could have gone after one, but I had to be back by two, or the next person couldn't go to lunch, and all hell would break loose. My current workplace is much more relaxed, but I still go to lunch at one on the dot, much later than my colleagues. I quite like it, because it makes the afternoon seem shorter.
Next week: Queue
This week's random word:
24. Lunch
Lunch is short for luncheon, which was originally nuncheon. So that's quite interesting.
When I am at home, it is easy enough to scratch together lunch from whatever is in the fridge. More often, I am at work, which requires forethought. I usually make soup or a quiche or something for each week's lunches on Sunday. This makes me sound terrifically organised, but in reality I remember about ten o'clock on Sunday night. This week, I made a vegetable frittata. I always finish my work lunches with a piece of fruit: a mandarin in the cold months, a nectarine or plum in the summer.
The accounting firm where I started my working life was quite regimented. My lunch break was from one till two, with no variation. Well, I suppose I could have gone after one, but I had to be back by two, or the next person couldn't go to lunch, and all hell would break loose. My current workplace is much more relaxed, but I still go to lunch at one on the dot, much later than my colleagues. I quite like it, because it makes the afternoon seem shorter.
Next week: Queue