I managed a successfull chat in the lift today. As I walked down the corridor I could see one of the dating agency lasses waiting for lift, I hovered in the reception area and pretended to fiddle on with my phone, assuming the lift would come and go leaving me a free lift. I drew out the phone tinkering for as long as possible but then I just had to walk though. Unfortunately, she hadn't gone yet and complained about the lifts being slow. I rabbitted on and made a point that isn't helped by the pricks in suits on floors 2 going up and down every 5 minutes. 2 floors - you should walk. I felt quite pleased I pulled it off with no dreadful silence.
Waitrose have a new wrap 'honey roasted vegetables and goats cheese' and it wasn't half bad. better than the mozarella and roasted veg - extremely insipid, and the bombay potato with coriander which was just like chewing on a fucking massive bunch of coriander. Makes me retch to think of that one, I love (or did) coriander but now its taste is forever tarnished by that horrid wrap.
Pack of terence stamp vegetable crisps, not enough beetroot crisps in there.
Blueberries for the afternoon.
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