I'm sitting on the edge of a kitchen chair holding an enormous bag of walnuts.
Just be careful what you dream of, that's all I say. I'm a big believer in collective meals and groups and sharing, and eat together with my crew every day. But in the last few days, I find myself not really eating lunch, in a sit down way, but simply perching with a bag of nuts. I have become the object of my fascinated horror.