When I was walking through the market at lunch today I walked into a pungent waft of garlic. I'm not sure where it came from, but it got into my head that I just had to have chicken kiev for lunch.
Now this used to be a staple of every pub menu as far as I remember, but I ended up wandering halfway across town without finding any.
In the end I compromised - in the last pub before work I had a pint of Diet Pepsi, gammon & pineapple with chips and peas and a grilled tomato (which I didn't eat - bleurgh). Oh and a portion of garlic bread on the side.
Have promised myself as soon as I stop working here I will go back to eating healthily - I've just got a real end of term feeling at the moment.
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