I had a baby once. A couple if memory serves. While spending 10 days at Starship with a floppy 9-month-old in their post-McDonalds on-site medical facility, I survived on that sandwich sliced white bread loaf, slumped on the bench. Smeared with marg and vegemite it was a small respite.

So, to read this was a jaw-drop moment. No doubt for everyone who read it.