I bought this sandwich on the Virgin Pendolino to Manchester Piccadilly on Monday, and for some strange reason I wanted to take a photograph of the package. Not because it was yummy (though it was delicious), but rather because of the date. I wanted a reminder of the first thing I ate on my birthday in 2013, and how convenient that it has my born day in clear writing on the top right.
For some a breakfast in bed is a prerequisite of their birthday morning. For me, any filling stuffed inside two squidgy lumps of bread will do.
Well I look forward to classier birthday meals in the future.