The canteen wasn't anything to rave about. Occasionally it ran to an international week but it was generally speaking, a bit pants.
They half-heartedly poked around their plates of cabbage, lumpy mash and some suspicious looking sausages.
'I'll start making sandwiches' Bernie vowed.
Serena's had the look of an ex-boyfriend. In vague appearance.
'I feel like a nun in New York' she commented.
Bernie turned round to look at her in surprise.
'A nun in New York?'
'Do you know the joke?'
'No.' Knowing Serena it was bound to be filthy.
'It's terrible.'
'Bring it on.'
'Two nuns went to New York. They bought hotdogs and when they unwrapped it, Mother Superior said to her friend 'which bit of the dog did you get?'
Once Bernie understood the joke, she laughed louder than anyone should do at a nun joke.
'Told you it was terrible.'
Bernie loved terrible jokes. They donated their lunch to the stray cats who everyone denied feeding and went to the pub.
