Brumotactillophobia is the fear of things touching on your plate.
We’re only scared of pronouncing it, so this plateful of celebration was never staying separate. Hannah Campbell’s 2-year work anni and Thomas Clark’s birthday, fearlessly smushed.
Hannah won’t mind. Don’t forget, she once looked at spaghetti and thought “Add pineapple! Make it a pizza! Call it lunch!”. It’s not madness, it’s talent. She’ll take something messy, unclear, or half-baked, and turn it into something that works. Boring documentation. Fun events and celebrations. Disorder cowers under her gaze. 🍍🍝
For our birthday boy Tom, lunch is a whole roast chook. Gym-tested and brumotactillophobic-approved, the bachelor’s handbag is a simple way to fuel the rig and nudge the PBs. Chugging 2L of chocolate milk across the day helps, too. It’s a robust system that keeps Tom, poultry, and dairy in excellent nick. 🍗🥛💪
Together, Tom and Hannah make a good case for not questioning the process. Long may they continue to do things exactly their way. ✨
Cheers to 2 years, Hannah, and a very happy birthday, Tom. 🥂🥳
