Nah yeah: Starting to make aquaintances around town who aren’t forced to regularly be within close proximity of me for the majority of the week at The Office.

Yeah nah: Those particular acquaintances are the staff at a corner shop who serve multiple variations of cheese fries and burgers that weigh more than a two-month-old baby (and, let’s face it, you have to cradle in your arms with the same, if not more, care as an infant. I mean, babies are pretty resilient and will bounce back from being dropping into loose gravel, but a burger will fall apart. Disastrous!). For the third time in less that ten days, I have taken part in ordering so much food from these magnificent people that they needed a massive cardboard box to carry said calorie-laden, gravy-smotherd goodness.