Thursday lunchtime

Good lunchtime.
Well I didn't get to sleep until late last night and didn't wake up until late this morning.
There is a mysterious pair of pants on the table.
I am not doing much yet.

I seem to have stopped having flashbacks, although my dreams were full of the church of england and their clergy, but even so, the dreams were gentle and peaceful really, although in one dream a peadophile ring was discovered in one diocese, amazingly vivid and detailed dreams. No idea what it was all about.

I must work out what is for lunch, I guess. Why is there no houmous?