Bear came home from school and proudly announced that he had eaten everything except his sandwich, 'because it was green'.
I checked his lunchbox as soon as I got home - and there was nothing wrong! It was fresh ham, fresh bread (woolly Warburtons, sigh, as OH prefers it) and the crusts had been cut off! Apparently because the ham was breaded and there were traces of breadcrumbs at the edge it was unclean.
I had carefully bought a number of small packets of ham as a more expensive option but to keep the ham fresh and nice all week, delivered by Mr S, all breaded. I can see my lunches looming in front of me - the future is ham. Evil cat may well profit from this.
I sent him in with tuna paste sandwiches, and the scotch eggs/tomatoes and the sugary frootz buttons. However the first of the impulse bought 'how to make packed lunch' books has arrived and I shall dip into that.