The Girl tells me I should be “Eating breakfast like a King, lunch like a Prince and dinner like a Pauper.”
Lets see how Wednesday measured up.
Breakfast – cold toast, much of which scattered across keyboard whilst RDP’d into a client’s server
Lunch – Frapperlattimochachino thing, sipped whilst typing into a supplier’s “Live Chat”, trying to get remote backups to sync correctly
Dinner – Latte with side order of M&M’s, drunk and eaten at 80mph in the fast lane of the M1, heading north at 11pm.
Yeah, my body is a temple.