The war escalates

Ahem. I really wasn't going to go on about Mrs Cheese this week as I realise the joke's getting stale (so's the cheese) but I just have to post after this morning…

I made it down to the canteen late… and found her in the queue ahead of me. In fact, she was the queue ahead of me. There was no cheese on toast left for either of us, but there was eggy bread.

So I queue-jumped her. Blatantly.

I took the eggy bread and she had to make do with cold, lumpy baked beans on two slices of fried bread. Oh – and an orange juice. Gotta be healthy, you know?

I know I shouldn't say it, but…