It’s come to my attention that when I made this statement yesterday about not eating any longer in the staff restaurant my words could, in a certain light, be open to a small degree of accidental misinterpretation.
 So in the interest of setting the record straight I need to add this very small condition.
When J, S and R all decided an hour ago that the time was right for lunch and a visit to the restaurant was in order…
And when J and S queued for hot food (R, wise before the event, having brought sandwiches)…
That I only joined them in the hot meal option out of a sense of politeness.
It would, after all, have been massively ill-mannered of me to sit with them – chatting about all manner of things (as we did) but with an empty place before me.
I just feel that I need to make it clear that although I wasn’t exactly forced to go upstairs to the restaurant, and although I wasn’t literally compelled to eat from the restaurant…
That – contrary to how this scene could have looked to an external observer – I was actually making myself eat with them out of a – perhaps misplaced – sense of… duty.
Yes, that’s the word, duty.
And I only had very small quantities.
In a manner of speaking.
There, I hope that’s set the record straight and clarified a few things?
B.
Well, I always do that when I eat rich food out. Only very small quantities.
Mean people would have, lots of very small quantities.
Or maybe, so many very small quantities that the big plate is empty by the end of the dinner.
But I don’t care for those meanies, frankly.
Oh, and replace “Mean people would have” by “Mean people would say” in the previous comment, too.
It’s still early on this side of the Atlantic Ocean and my brain seems to be contemplating taking a day off.