Craig met a very sorry-looking Ross for breakfast on Sunday morning. He had a head-splitting hangover and could not face more than a coffee, so Craig used his voucher to order a muesli and a Panini, which turned out to be two very enjoyable toasties with the crusts cut off, which he always regretted seeing, because it reminded him of his childhood when the women in his life had promised that the crusts would make his hair curl. Next time, he thought he’d ask them to leave the crusts on, but he knew that it was beyond his Thai and suspected that it was too much to expect of their English too. Ross was just staring at the TV and not speaking, so he carried on thinking about the toasties. He concluded that they probably bought them in without crusts. He wondered what happened to them, but cou
