Blimey!

That's a fair old pile of limes the barman is slicing.
Had to head back to the pub to retrieve my errant rucksack which luckily was in their (vast) lost property collection. Didn't notice till later that one of the pockets had been emptied though and I was minus phone, blood test kit and insulin pen. So back yet again after work, just like a regular. No kit though. There must have been a light-fingered diabetic afoot last night!
Not a big deal, I have another; I can keep checking if I'm alive or not.