Breakfast, the second son and dropping it.

1. Oddly, the burnt corner of my toast with chocolate spread is so delicious that I am jolted out of the story I am reading at breakfast.

2. The taxi driver tells us that now his second son has a university place.

3. We decide we do not like this and drop it mid-show, mid-series.

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