Dinner was supposed to be Mexican madness at a friend's hens night but I had to call in sick. Some may blame the champagne but I refuse to believe the world's celebration drink of choice would be this much of an asshole to me.
As a result, dinner is a peanut butter sandwich with a side of Nurofen Zavance and a glass of lemonade. The peanut butter sandwich was prepared with multi-grain (8 to be specific) bread and a liberal spread of crunchy peanut butter. I also had a lemonade icy-pole on the way back from the corner store.
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