I take the sandwich, hoping that John won’t notice the absent crusts. He is a strong advocate of what seems to be the male consensus that the crusts on sandwiches are ‘the best bit’, as is the fat on ham, the rind on bacon, the runny surface of a fried egg, the stalk of any vegetable and the skins on sausages. All of this is ‘the best bit’, a view which I think insane but I’m clearly in the minority.
