Salmon and cuce s/w, with a couple of toms for colour...
There's also some caviar in the fridge, as Mrs Growster was feeling a bit low recently, so I bought her a tiny jar for a squillion splonders (arm and a leg to everyone), and after a gap of around thirty years, she's decided she doesn't like it now, so I'll have the most expensive sandwich outside of Oxford Street!
I don't really mind of course...