Dinner is served

I'm a bit of a sucker for room service. There's just something very decadent about having someone bringing food to your bedroom. Maybe I'm harking back to being sick as a kid and being brought ice cream in bed...

Anyway, tonight it was necessary as the flight was late and I didn't get to Southampton until 9ish just needing to eat and sleep.

I hope you like the way I've made sure the healthy oatcakes are dominating the foreground while the cheeky glass of pinotage is camoflaged against the curtains.