Tuesday (the real Tuesday, rather than Tuesday 1A yesterday)

Today was the big day. The biggest day of the week. The day to eclipse all days. For today was MEAT PIE DAY.

MEAT! IN A PIE! WITH NOT A BREAD ROLL IN SIGHT!

My tongue could not handle the strain. I hadn't really appreciated it, but my tongue had got used to the taste of bread - I've even started to become aware of the nuances in taste of bread, so to get hit between the teeth with the combo of meaty beef and potato was a bit of a shock.

I'm starting to worry about how I'll cope after this now. Will I be able to handle the garlic at the staff meal on Thursday? And what about Curry? And lager?

Eeep