“I’ll have the sheep’s cheese, rocket and red onion marmalade sandwich, please.”
“That’ll be £3.85. Would you like it toasted?”
“No thanks.”
I walked with Pip down to Urbis Square, unwrapped my sandwich, and found out why they were so eager to toast my sandwich - its posh Barbakan bread was stale. I wonder what Mr Scruff would think about that. That posh bread is probably free from additives and preservatives, so I think I had one of Monday’s sandwiches. I knew I should have gone for a pie.
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