....................after I had got off tour at about 7.30am, I went and had my customary breakfast (but really my dinner) of scrambled eggs and bacon.
As I had worked an extremely strenuous night, I was rather hungry, even after my enormous plate of chicken and pig.
So, seeing as this rig has a 'mister whippy' type ice cream dispenser, I thought I might indulge in a massive bowl of hot chocolate pudding and ice cream.
I load up my man sized bowl with chocky pudding, then casually wander into the kitchen looking for the microwave. After a couple of laps, I asked the cook "where's the microwave?"
"I said the same thing" he replied.
Hmmnnn.........
So I ate my chocky pud cold and congealed, minus the ice cream, as I generally only have ice cream when it is on top of hot pudding/lamingtons/cake. You get the gist.
I think this was the first time in my life I have been in a kitchen sans microwave, and you know what, I felt the loss!