The grudging gourmet

There was a bemused look when his bacon came on a roll that was not only the wrong colour (it was brown) but was liberally sprinkled with grains and seeds.

After a half hearted effort to pick them all off he gave in and had to admit it was pretty tasty.

After he'd polished this off, we were walking back to the car and I realised he had come out wearing his pyjamas underneath his clothes.