Day 869 Pattern up

I have spent the morning trying to compose an email to my property mangers that doesn’t consist of swearing and insults. The British love to complain, I like to find solutions. However when I feel I have royally shafted I take great offence and go on a war path. I’ll criticise every facet of your being until you come to the realisation that you are the problem. Pattern up, pagan.

Salads:

Moroccan spiced chickpeas

Sumac + preserved lemon rice

Leek, Black olive + tomato pasta

Cauliflower + potato bake

Soup: Velvet mushroom

Sandwich: Sausage, Pecorino cheese, Chilli relish + tomato