Tasty roast on the run then toast on the lap

Straight off the train and only time for a rushed late lunch. Him indoors had roasted a handsome fowl the night before that had full happiness - and potential flavour - credentials - organic, free range. Generous chunks went on some handy leaves and a shared box of M&S pasta salad grabbed at the station. Very nice too, but what was the hint of flavour on the bird I asked? Lime pickle apparently - a not too hot one, generously slathered over the bird with the usual oiling and seasoning.
So, unwittingly we had a revisit to the Nandos of the night before, but much better.
It was such a late lunch that supper was a slice and a half each of Welsh rarebit, not even any more salad: sometimes enough is enough. Apparently "The spelling "Welsh rarebit" is a humourless euphemism" seems odd to me!