"Right then, Barnaby," Dick boomed, hovering over the bench. "That’s a fine-looking specimen you’ve got there."
: A methodical man who prizes routine and high-quality carbohydrates.
"There," Barnaby said. "A piece of the butty for Dick. Now, will you let a man eat in peace?" dick in the butty
Barnaby was the kind of man who took his lunch seriously. Every day at precisely noon, he would retreat to a quiet corner of the village green with a heavy-duty cooler and a flask of tea. Barnaby was a traditionalist, and in his part of the world, there was no meal more sacred than the butty.
Barnaby sighed. He knew Dick wouldn't leave until he had secured a portion of the prize. With the resigned air of a man paying a tax he didn't owe, Barnaby pulled the sandwich apart. He tore a generous corner off the left side and handed it over. "Right then, Barnaby," Dick boomed, hovering over the bench
A butty, for the uninitiated, was not just a sandwich. It was a structural engineering project. It required thick, buttered slices of white bread and a filling substantial enough to survive a North Sea gale. On this particular Tuesday, Barnaby had prepared a masterpiece: a thick-cut bacon butty with a dollop of brown sauce.
Barnaby gripped his sandwich tighter. "It’s my lunch, Dick. Go get your own from the bakery." "A piece of the butty for Dick
"Bakery’s closed," Dick lied effortlessly. "Power’s out. Only thing left in the village is what’s already between two slices of bread. And that butty looks like it could feed a small crew."