My wife is a qualified accountant. I am a qualified blagger. Nevertheless early morning starts are a great leveller. No matter what your intellect, the bleary-eyed semi-dawn of an Autumnal 6am start can play tricks with the mind – especially when you are hunting through the pantry for something to eat for lunch at work.
My wife found a tin of tomato soup in the back of the cupboard, and off she went. Come lunch time she dug her tin out of her handbag and headed for the canteen microwave, only to find she had this:
Mega fail! Now for all the will in the world I’d struggle to come up with something to eat with this sad tin (unless I had some toast, sugar and herbage). In this situation I would just steal someone elses lunch and ignore the warning signs on the fridge door: