If I were in the field (as I bloody should be at this time of year, moan, whinge, grumble), I would be in the same boat.
I can only eat about two full Englishes a week. After that, I have to opt for just scrambled eggs, or only egg and bacon.
There was a period when I was based in the field in Herefordshire all summer. Mrs Uncle Phil and I rented a tiny bungalow in Hereford. I used to start work at dawn every morning. It was glorious driving down the Wye valley with the mist just clearing off the river and the sun rising...
Anyway, for a while, Mrs Uncle Phil had a temp job in Ross. If we were working at a site on her route, she used to call in at the site on her way to work with our camper van and cook us all bacon sandwiches.
Ah, them were the days...