Kev calls this ‘German soccer’, after the joke that soccer is a lovely game where twenty-two men chase a ball around for ninety minutes, and in the end Germany wins.

We ate out a lot last week due to it being so hot we couldn’t stomach food prep, and by the end of it all three of us had some very firm opinions on each other’s fast food preferences.

None of us really like McDonald’s, especially after having it a few times in quick succession, but between preferences and allergies… at least it’s something to eat. A ringing endorsement, if I ever heard one.