In the much-missed old days of early freelancing, when work was plentiful, me and Mr Farringer used to meet once a week in the French House for lunch. And very civilized it was too.
But those days are gone, and tho' Hammersmith is replete with sandwich vendors and we even have a sort-of canteen in the building, more often than not I bring my own lunch. And, because I'm a saddo, I bought myself a really lovely food flask the other day, to transport the lunch in.
Today's feast was leftover green curry. None the worse for a night in the fridge and a blast in the microwave. This week I have had two soups, a leftover lasagne and one (bought) salad. Guess which was the only disappointment.
Packed lunch saves money, and it tastes nicer than most fridge-cold sandwiches or wilted salads you can buy. And now I have a lovely flask. Which cost money... But which will soon be recouped.
(A friend's father took his lunch in to work every day of his working life. After he retired he worked out that he had saved himself something like £30,000. Think on that, next time you're in the queue at Pret...)
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good on you! i love a packed lunch but am generally to lazy to make good ones, every day in sixth form i had cold toasted pittas with marmite and peanut butter and i used to covet the stacked sandwiches in the fridge my brother made himself. nb weirdly i asked for a flask for my birthday, too!
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