It all began one Friday morning some three weeks ago. With half of our troupe out seeing clients, Dylan – in fetching new camo attire – joyfully perks up, “Does anyone fancy a bacon roll?”. With three replies in the affirmative, he yanks a tenner from his (thin) wallet and Lee duly strolls up Church Walk to the Tring Market, now more conveniently located in the middle of the town. Very nice they were too.
Fast forward a week to a cool Friday morning and we find Dylan stepping over a very hairy moth (an ex-moth – it had ceased to be) on the staircase and quipped “Must have come from Andy’s wallet”. Robert adds “It’s market day. How about a round of bacon rolls then?”. Suitably peer-pressured, the relenting creative director pulls out a tenner and off one strolls with a post-it note of names and corresponding dressings – K, HP or None.
Arriving at a two by two white trailer box, I pass the post-it to the fella at the curiously named Timo’s Potatoes (not a spud in sight I might add). Since the kettle was boiling and multitasking out of the question, we were offered a delivery service and within 15 minutes, along came Timo’s gopher with a bag wafting something awesome. Two (5mm) slices of prime bacon in a buttered crusty roll, individually bagged, named, appropriate condiments applied, the goodies were distributed.
Everything stopped for ten minutes. The office chatterbox went quiet, the phones stopped ringing and even the printer went into a temporary slumber. Big grins, nodding heads, wiping fingers and smiles all round, if one could picture a scene of mass satisfaction for ten quid, this was it. There was something quite primeval going on. Nom nom.
Here’s the thing. We are armed with a single-sided A5 colour flier and a promise of a delivery any time we wanted – so long as it was a Friday – so we could enjoy this ten minutes of bliss once a week. But is this healthy?