Hungry

I am starving, what I really want today is a nice Sunday lunch. I'm thinking of a big fat roast with yorkshire puddings and lashings of gravy.
It's days like this that I really grumble about being in Plumstead and there being nowhere to go. I just fancy wandering down to a pub, reading the Sunday papers and having a nice roast with a bottle of wine.
Honestly, I would have made someone very rich by now if someone had opened such a place.