CHANCE ENCOUNTER
Slowing my car to a stop, I rolled down the window.
‘A double sausage and egg McMuffin, and a large full-fat Coke, please,’ I said into the speaker.
A few minutes later, sat in the car park, I tucked into my delicious McDonald’s breakfast, ready to start my day.
After filling up, I headed across town to my job as a hairdresser.
‘I’m starving,’ I moaned to my colleague an hour later.
‘I haven’t eaten anything all morning.’
Of course, it was a complete lie.
But it meant that I could join her on a mid-morning trip to the bakery across the road, and tuck into a warm pasty without anyone judging me.
It was 2006, and for years, I’d been eating in
