PACKET IN!

A roast chicken sat in the middle of the table, surrounded by plates of steaming roast potatoes, freshly boiled carrots, Yorkshire puds and a vat of gravy, too.

My family tucked in.

But instead, I sank my teeth into soft bread and felt the tangy zing of cheese and onion flavouring hit my palette.

You see, while my family ate a roast, I ate a cheese and onion crisp sandwich.

I did this every day.

Not just once.

But for every single meal – including breakfast.

It began when I was a toddler. My earliest memory is of my