When life deals you broken eggs, you rustle up an omlette.
When Dan encountered a stuff-up at the local bakery in his shopping bag, he did the only sensible thing. I’d never considered slicing a loaf lengthways before, but having seen the glory and majesty of this particular culinary effort, I think he might be onto something. I’m off to ask the baker for a lengthways-sliced loaf of my own, I think.