While I was doing the rounds of the schools today I became deeply enamoured of the smells emanating from the school kitchens. How strange I thought, school dinners never used to have me drooling like pavlov's pet pooch. As I trundled along wending my weary way I pondered the reason for my sudden collapse of culinary standards. Finally it hit me, I wasn't loosing my taste for the finer things, I was hungry! Silly, silly Toadee Tim, I had a lovely roast chicken dinner on Monday evening but I had clean forgotten to eat since.
lesson: don't just wake up and smell the coffee, smell the whole meal (oh, and then eat it)
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You and I are two of a kind and we'd save a bundle on food. I'm always forgetting to eat but I never forget my coffee.
I distictly remember the aroma of that most British of dishes, fish fingers.
As for coffee, I came close to attacking all those teachers sat around with their coffee while I stood waiting for them to get my stuff together.
Perhaps I should tell them I'll only wait for their stuff to be assembled if they offer me coffee (or tea, I'm not fussy)
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