Sentences with phrase «lunch is a little late»

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-LSB-...] I knew I wasn't eating lunch till late, I packed a couple little protein bars.

These little falafel have been my latest lunch obsession, they are so just so delicious and filling!

Lunch and dinner were both about 2 hours too late for little ones.

Fruit from the breakfast buffet is a great mid-morning snack and an extra roll snagged from lunch can keep the wolves at bay if dinner's going to be a little late.

Like all fabric lunch bags, the material may start to pull apart sooner than later, especially if your child is a little rough on their things.

We were running late this morning and so I had very little time for lunches.

A little later today I'll share a guest blog post from Robyn McCord O'Brien on this subject, and I'll also be giving away to Lunch Tray readers three free copies of Robyn's thought - provoking book, The Unhealthy Truth.

Later in the day, my lunch room «eyes and ears,» Cheryl Sorak (a dedicated cafeteria volunteer at our school), reported that many of the little kids found the cutlet too hard to cut with their plastic spork — it was tender enough, but still hard to manage without a knife.

Based on findings from other studies, VanEpps says there is a potential concern that people who cut calories in one meal might «make up» for the calorie reductions later, whether at dinner or via snacking, though there is little evidence that participants in these studies were aware that lunches ordered in advance had fewer calories.

My daily routine is: I get up late in the morning, have 1 glass of milk with 1biscuit then i go for bathing then have little rice with fish, then i leave for my university, for lunch i eat generally 2 pieces of bread and fruits then from lunch to dinner normally i do not take anything apart from 1glass of horlics with two biscuit at night i eat 2 hand made bread, vegetables, one curry, and fish.

Had a few fun things going on, including a little lady lunch at my house (you may have seen on my instagram) that I'll be sharing later this week.

Finally, James Corden had some fun with a little parody on The Late Late Show imagining a group of employees trying not to make a sound for fear of their lame boss showing up to annoy the hell out of them while they're just trying to enjoy their lunch break.

The title of this latest original publication by Papercutz might make you think of the Lunch Lady graphic novels, but mark my words: The Lunch Witch bears very little resemblance, though it will be a hit with the kids.

Because I was talking with a client, I got to the lunch a little late, and ended up at a table near the back of the room.

The conservatory is open breakfast, lunch and dinner and also has late - night snacks for those who are feeling a little hungry after a night of enjoying the onboard entertainment.

When breakfast is too early and lunch is too late, these 35 spots have you covered, whether you seek a fancy brunch fit for your mother - in - law or one that's a little less over-the-top.

It went something like this: hotel check - in, locate room, locate wifi service, attempt connection to wifi, wonder why the connection is taking so long, try again, locate phone, call front desk, get told «the internet is broken for a while», decide to hot - spot the mobile phone because some emails really needed to be sent, go «la la la» about the roaming costs, locate iron, wonder why iron temperature dial just spins around and around, swear as iron spews water instead of steam, find reading glasses, curse middle - aged need for reading glasses, realise iron temperature dial is indecipherably in Chinese, decide ironing front of shirt is good enough when wearing jacket, order room service lunch, start shower, realise can't read impossible small toiletry bottle labels, damply retrieve glasses from near iron and successfully avoid shampooing hair with body lotion, change (into slightly damp shirt), retrieve glasses from shower, start teleconference, eat lunch, remember to mute phone, meet colleague in lobby at 1 pm, continue teleconference, get in taxi, endure 75 stop - start minutes to a inconveniently located client, watch unread emails climb over 150, continue to ignore roaming costs, regret tuna panini lunch choice as taxi warmth, stop - start juddering, jet - lag, guilt about unread emails and traffic fumes combine in a very unpleasant way, stumble out of over-warm taxi and almost catch hypothermia while trying to locate a very small client office in a very large anonymous business park, almost hug client with relief when they appear to escort us the last 50 metres, surprisingly have very positive client meeting (i.e. didn't throw up in the meeting), almost catch hypothermia again waiting for taxi which despite having two functioning GPS devices can't locate us on a main road, understand why as within 30 seconds we are almost rendered unconscious by the in - car exhaust fumes, discover that the taxi ride back to the CBD is even slower and more juddering at peak hour (and no, that was not a carbon monoxide induced hallucination), rescheduled the second client from 5 pm to 5.30, to 6 pm and finally 6.30 pm, killed time by drafting this guest blog (possibly carbon monoxide induced), watch unread emails climb higher, exit taxi and inhale relatively fresher air from kamikaze motor scooters, enter office and grumpily work with client until 9 pm, decline client's gracious offer of expensive dinner, noting it is already midnight my time, observe client fail to correctly set office alarm and endure high decibel «warning, warning» sounds that are clearly designed to send security rushing... soon... any second now... develop new form of nausea and headache from piercing, screeching, sounds - like - a-wailing-baby-please-please-make-it-stop-alarm, note the client is relishing the extra (free) time with us and is still talking about work, admire the client's ability to focus under extreme aural pressure, decide the client may be a little too work focussed, realise that I probably am too given I have just finished work at 9 pm... but then remember the 200 unread emails in my inbox and decide I can resolve that incongruency later (in a quieter space), become sure that there are only two possibilities — there are no security staff or they are deaf — while my colleague frantically tries to call someone who knows what to do, conclude after three calls that no - one does, and then finally someone finally does and... it stops.