I was doing some research in Watford last night. By the time I finished it was too late to be bothered about what I ate – it was a Pot Noodle in the hotel room. Strangely satisying, although I’ve never figured out how to avoid dribbling scorching noodley sauce down my chin. Eating slower might help.
This post is in no way related to jibes about me drinking girley white wine.
NORTHERN PLANNER 
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