We’ve got our quarterly team lunch budget once again, which means a management lunch out. Sharon asks for ideas, and I recall that we’ve not been to the White Horse in a while, which used to be our go-to, so we return for old times’ sake. I have the sausage and mash, which is inevitably done up gastropub-style with ideas above its station (parsnip crisps, I tell you). It’s fine! It’s, more importantly, free and on work time.