Chapter 17
These negotiations take us to lunch time. I try to bring my lunch most days. It is a bit of a chore sorting it out in the morning, but now I have a mortgage, these little economies still need to be part of my life. I tell myself it is worth it. I don’t practise the economy on Monday. Monday doesn’t need the extra stress of thinking about lunch at breakfast time. Yesterday I didn’t get my act together, but this morning I was organised.
I’m in the kitchen fishing my boring chicken salad out of the fridge. I need to keep the carbs down, especially after last night’s parma. Vince wanders in to toast his sandwich. We trek back to my desk and sit by the open door so we can pretend we are outside and not shut in an office. Vince’s toasted cheese and ham smells delicious.
He is askin
