We're almost there, baby!

I think my boss was quite impressed with my capacity for forward planning, when my colleagues ratted on me and made me show the Fray Bentos tin I had stashed away in my rucksack as early as 08:03.
For I knew that tonight was going to be a team building exercise with a couple of pints after work. 

The couple of pints turned out to be a couple of couples, and a couple of these.

But I'd better go now, it seems like the Fray Bentos is cooked to perfection now. The smell of (mostly) kidney and (just a little little tiny bit of) steak is permeating the kitchen now. And possibly the rest of the house...