Where do you lunch?

Usually at my desk. Where I savour the delights so lovingly cooked and packed for me by spousal unit. I prefer to eat and work. Otherwise returning to the keyboard after a rice and curry in the afternoon is a powerful anaesthetic. I could easily pass out with my face in the keys and be robbed of my liver and I wouldn’t even know. No amount of coffee or condensed milk flavoured with tea can save me.

Mrs C takes a dim view of slumming it for lunch. The lack of hygiene, unhealthy food the grease, the oil, the fried etc etc. I’m too young to talk about a “heart condition” but old enough to lay the foundations for one. I’ll risk being called a snob/wimp and stick to a working lunch. It means I get my shit done and out the door for the long long commute to the nest. Better than trying to catch up due to a snooze inducing lunch.

Of course there are many out there who lunch away from the desk. It is a social ritual. Perhaps even the social highlight of the day. A place to incrementally massage the tangle of the Sri lankan social network web. Yet another battle field for the politics of work or perhaps a chance to inject adventure into the drudgery of daily toil. Who feeds with who dictates the pecking order.

Tell me about where you lunch. Confess. Map in on google. If the place has a website let everyone know. I’m being ambitions enough to think that this will perhaps contribute to the creating the Sri Lankan lunchosphere. You don’t even have to be in Sri Lanka to do your part.  You know where the comment confession box is by now.