The sandwich man (that’s the company name, not me being patronising / sexist) comes to our work at around 10:30, so sometimes I have to sit with a nice juicy butty staring at me for the rest of the morning.
In such trying circumstances, any time from 11:30 is fair game.
But then there’s a snowball effect and I end up wanting my tea / dinner early and then eat snacks before bed.
As you can see, it’s a hard life sometimes.