12:47 p.m.

In a matter of moments I may discover the end to a particularly frightful financial crisis, or I may just eat my lunch. I’ll choose the latter. But deciding the appropriate time to eat lunch is always a challenge. Taken too early and an end to the day seems a far distance to travel. Taken too late and the aches muck up the brains ability to produce. Factor in the crowding of the staff lunch room and the potentially hazardous smells of shrimp reheated and a girl’s decision can be seriously affected. I’m not partial to small talk nor do I care for the feel of a newspaper in my hands. The relationship I have with food is best enjoyed alone and after much experimentation, the appropriate time is 12:47 p.m.