Mary Kenny: Lunch is a day ruined. By the time you've finished, half the afternoon is away. Drink wine, and it's all gone
When an old friend suggested a pre-Christmas lunch, I suddenly came out with a rather graceless response. "No," I cried. "I hate lunch. I really hate it!" It was one of those moments when I realised that I had blurted out something I felt very sincerely.
A meal at one o'clock in the daytime – and particularly in some formal restaurant – is my idea of purgatory.
For this occasion, you have to spend the morning getting yourself organised. You usually have to take some form of transport which involves either cost, or inconvenience, or both.