July 8. Lunch

His lunch was always the same: two slices of bakery wholemeal bread with shaved ham and sweet mustard  pickle pressed between, cut in half horizontally - two rectangular prisms of surety. Morning tea was where his fence was made of wire rather than the usual concrete blocks that made up most of its construct. Sometimes it was a muesli bar (if it was, always apricot), sometimes it was a little packet of savoury biscuits (always Barbecue flavoured), on a rare occasion it was a mini chocolate bar (always Mars).