Wrap and roll and happy feet

In an attempt to diversify from the sandwich form and put something different in Andy's packed lunch occasionally, I bought some wraps. You know, those large flat pancake bits of bread that you use to wrap around a filling, hence the name 'wrap.'

Except I think they are very much mis-named. I think they should be called 'flops' or 'spills' or maybe 'split-as-soon-as-you-pick-them-ups'. They start off okay. You assemble your filling, position it somewhere just off-centre of the wrap and then you faff about trying to find the best origami configuration to use so when you pick it up to eat it it doesn't spill its contents all down your trousers.

I've tried following the instructions on the back of the packet but as far as I can tell, in order to do this effectively, the wraps need to be at least twice the size they are AND the amount of filling needs to be reduced to say, a slice of cucumber, a square centimetre of red pepper and a teaspoon of tuna/cheese/ sausage/ whatever Andy wants, it's usually one of those three options. (I add the salad in an attempt to get him to eat vegetables. There are three ways to get Andy to eat vegetables - 1) hide them in cheese sauce 2) hide them in curry sauce 3) tell him if he doesn't eat his veg he won't get any pudding.)

Anyway, I managed to wrestle two artfully folded wraps into a sandwich bag this morning. I can only imagine the disaster that is likely to happen when Andy takes them out to eat at lunchtime. I can't help think a roll would be an easier option. You can't go wrong with a roll, can you? At least they are robust enough that you can give them a good smack with the palm of your hand to keep the contents in situ.

And did you see that dear old Tezzco has developed a non-soggy tomato especially for use in tomato sandwiches so you don't end up with tomato juice soaking through the bread and making the whole sandwich collapse in a wet heap?

THAT'S WHAT BUTTER IS FOR, YOU IDIOTS! Butter provides a waterproof layer twixt bread and tomato so no leakage happens. It always works for me. And to think this company is one of the most powerful and influential in this country...

Now, see this foot?

This is a happy foot! This foot has been hobblin' and wobblin' for ten days now. This foot has been limpin' and shufflin' up and down stairs, around the house and even making it into town a couple of times in highly heroic fashion. This foot has swum up and down with me through the pain of a burning Achilles tendon.

Last night, Andy came home with a present for me. Flowers? Choccies? The latest cutting edge literary novel (oh no, that's the one I'm currently writing!)? No. An ankle support. Oh yes, Andy is nothing if not original in his choice of pressies! Much hilarity was had trying to lever my foot/ankle into the support following the supposedly 'simple' instructions (remember, I have trouble with sandwich wraps, let alone highly elastic ankle wraps. But you'd think a vet would be able to cope, wouldn't you??). The effect was instantaneous! It was like the pain was bathed in the breath of angels and carried away on clouds of candy floss. Oh yes! I fairly skipped around last night wearing that support. 'Look!' I was shouting, 'I can stamp my foot down really hard and it doesn' t hurt!!'

I had to take it off eventually because my toes were going blue and the elastic was grooving divots in my skin but when I got up this morning - BINGO! My foot is now a happy foot!!