Doorstep?

Upon our arrival, jetlaggy and tired, the relocation firm hired by Darling Husband's ushered us into a temporary "self-catering" apartment. To get us started, someone had brought in a "welcome pack," a selection of foods that would see us through until we could do a proper shop. The milk and cold cuts were wasted on us, though we did graze on the fruit and make good use of the butter. But can you blame us if the foreign-looking white loaf found another use? Perhaps I was still bleary-eyed from the overnight flight.