I have two pieces of fish, an onion, an egg, baked beans and biscuits. Being a farmer means every day is the same.
There’s something beautiful in the simplicity of Wilf’s life. It’s easy to envy his contentment.
We were told by our local shop in Bangor that one of our lecturers went in every day for the past 20 or so years and bought the same sandwich. I can't remember which, or whether it was any good, sadly.
I guess that was one decision fewer that he had to make each day. I wonder if it was something amazing and exotic or, more likely, cheese. Probably cheese.
I suspect judging by our guess as to who it was, that it was not an exciting choice.